Mayapple Press is a small literary press founded in 1978 by poet and editor Judith Kerman. We celebrate literature that is both challenging and accessible: poetry that transcends the categories of "mainstream" and "avant-garde"; women's writing; the Great Lakes/Northeastern culture; the recent immigrant experience; poetry in translation; science fiction poetry.
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Told in prose poems, Buick City is a coming-of-age tale about growing up in the deindustrialized Midwest – about trailer park kids fending for themselves while laid-off parents navigate their new minimum wage jobs; about teenagers inventing sex on the loading dock behind the convenience store; about young people yearning for a life beyond making a living and fighting with customers at the 24 hour supermarket. From neighborhood Casanovas to part-time hitmen to grandmothers run-ragged,
Poetry. Paper, Perfect Bound. 80 pages $15.95 plus S&H 2013, ISBN 978-1-936419-27-2
Feeding Wild Birds is a collection of poems rooted in the Michigan landscape, as seasons and lives undergo their seamless and subtle transformations. These are meditative poems in spare and simple language that examine the energies in animals, woods, lakes, land, weather and the human heart. In the silences and sounds of nature, the poems speak of the spirit that hovers just beyond the realm of our ideas, that whispers to us in stillness and that lights the paths of our awakening to the beauty of the world.
Praise for “Feeding Wild Birds” Like the Buddhist and Taoist sages whom he admires, Haight places human life within the great realities—seasons, weathers, the
Poetry. Paper, Perfect Bound. 28pp. $12.95 plus S&H 2008, ISBN 978-0932412-607
These humorous, moving and sometimes even philosophical poems revolve around Christ’s love for writing, his exploration of faith and knowledge, and above all, his admiration for his audience. An adventurous journey through Christ’s imagination.
Paper, saddlestitched, 60 pp $12.95 plus s&h 2007, ISBN 0-932412-45–9
This expanded edition replaces the original chapbook, which is out of print.
Little League by Larry Levy
The fathers always called us “men,” and drilled by growling “hey” and “hup” and, for any hurt, shrugged “rub it up.” After pre-game prayer, I prayed again for dark or fire or ice, amen. Fingering the scripture on my chest, I dreamt I was home already, undressed for dreams of stroking a home run; then angled my brim, blocking the sun, and threw the ball past everyone.
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 line up, and — ka-ching! — you hit the jackpot.” I’m naked and cold on his examining table, my skin distressed like a faux antique.
These scaly spots and bumps itch like fire — like the thoughts Ann Landers says we all have, but should try not to scratch.
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, let it find a passage down this wooden shaft, curl out around the ankles of the clarinet. The horns have forged a monumental fountain on the stage and now the strings supply the water, surging up, looping, falling in great sobs. The audience is weeping, but you and I have
Paper, perfect bound, 42 pp $8.50 plus s&h 2004, ISBN 0-932412-26-2
Christine Hume comments: “For Hinrichsen, paradox is a way of knowing. He enacts this philosophical stance in the quick yet attentive movement of his lines…. Hinrichsen’s unhinged singing lets momentum have its way. Yet we are moved in the old sense–by empathy.”
Message to Be Spoken into the Left Ear of God by Dennis Hinrichsen
This is the child drowning: face-up in an amniotic pool of tap water: my crucible, liquid garment; eyes spanked open in the rocking
inches of light. Above me: my mother’s face torn, her print dress blown