A Weakness for Boleros – Lidia Torres
Poetry. Paper, perfect bound, 48 pp $12.50 plus s&h 2005, ISBN-0-932412-34-3 A Weakness for Boleros by Lidia Torres The bolero was composed for you and me. For all the ten year olds drawn to the plastic dials of the radio, drooling a bit perhaps, swaying uncontrollably as the air in the room tensed, focused on…

Some Very Soft Days – Margo Solod
Poetry. Paper, perfect bound, 84 pp $15.50 plus s&h 2005, ISBN-0-932412-32-7 What Is True in This Story by Margo Solod The gold plastic loving cup filled with new pennies, broken, treasure scattered before it could be awarded. The way a print of Van Gogh’s Sunflowers brings the taste of a blue gumball to my tongue,…

In Drought Time: Scenes from Rural and Small Town Life (2nd ed.) – Douglas M. Smith, Melody Vassoff and Karen Woollams, eds.
2015 marks the 10th Anniversary of the publication of In Drought Time Paper, perfect bound, 114 pp Includes 62 full color and black & white illustrations $27.00 plus s&h (First edition 2005) This edition 2015, ISBN 978-1-936419-57-9 (Note: You don’t have to have a PayPal account to use this button, just a credit card) In…

Open Communion: New and Selected Poems – John Palen
Poetry. Paper, perfect bound, 98 pp $16 plus s&h 2005, ISBN-0-932412-31-9 This selection, reaching back twenty years, establishes John Palen’s quiet eloquence in poems which convey a deep, straightforward honesty about the fumblings, failures and occasional radiance of human life. Prurience by John Palen “It’s like playing the slots,” my doctor says. “The right allergens…

Markers – Suzanne Keyworth
Poetry. Paper, perfect bound, 72 pp $14.95 plus s&h 2005, ISBN-0-932412-35-1 Aunt Maggie Mae Harrison-Norton October 8, 1900—May 30, 1977 by Suzanne Keyworth after Bobby’s death, 1936 At the edge of a highway a child waits to cross over. He is difficult to see through the whirring layer of years, almost impossible to feel. Dressed…

The Fingernail of Luck – Conrad Hilberry
Poetry. Paper, perfect bound, 32 pp $10.00 plus s&h 2005, ISBN-0-932412-33-5 Oboe by Conrad Hilberry Your lips move moist around my double reed, and I feel the sad wind rising through your throat. Some child of yours is lost. If I were your psychiatrist, I’d listen, nod, prescribe. Instead, I take your breath, shape it,…