Poetry. Paper, Perfect Bound. 78 pages
2013, ISBN: 978-1-936419-28-9 $15.95
Perhaps it is best to picture this book as a gallery space, for in Notes for the Novice Ventriloquist, Gerry LaFemina curates an exhibit of the curious and quirky. Surrealist art, big foot, magic shows, mythological creatures, love in all its manifestations hang side by side on these pages. Each prose poem is a painted canvas in which the real and what-may-be-real are framed together. Sometimes laugh-till-you-cry funny, sometimes heartbreaking, always fantastic in the truest sense, these modern fables posit the endless possibilities of both the imagination and the ordinary world.
Praise for “Notes for the Novice Ventriloquist”
What joy. What uncompromised and uncomplicated pleasure without the pretense of the huzzah,” Lafemina says
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Paper, perfect bound, 44 pp
$8.50 plus s&h
2000, ISBN 0-932412-18-1
Taking on everything from Persian prophets to Bigfoot, Jim Nabors to UFO’s, Berlitz tapes to the George Forman grill, these prose-poems elevate the notion of unpredictability and delight.
Early Experiments in Ingesting Fire
by Gerry LaFemina
I was born in the month of multiple fires and grew up watching my father before the crowds: his neck arced back, hair dangling, veins as if embossed on the tender flesh, and his mouth wide. Above him the baton, its small dollop of blue flame descending until his lips closed around it. I started with marshmallows that got too close to the coals; held them on their sticks like my father. The
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Shattered Hours – Gerry LaFemina
Poetry. Paper, Perfect Bound
Red Dancefloor Press, 1997
$12.95 plus s&h
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The Complex Task of Refolding an Open Map
by Gerry LaFemina
I understand scars, the pair
on your leg, long and linear— one above your left knee, the other
just below. Rivers on your skin map.
I imagine all the wounds I might
have received, a life in which I resist
the man who forced me, at seven,
to discover the contours of his cock.
A knife in his left hand, the right
imitating a lover’s against my cheek.
I knew the valleys a
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