Poetry. Paper, Perfect Bound. 44 pages
2017, ISBN: 978-1-936419-72-2 $12.95 + $4 S&H
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With In Which We See Our Selves, Eric Torgersen begins with the formal structure of the ghazal as popularized by Agha Shahid Ali and unapologetically makes a more American thing of it, arguing in his Afterword that this transformation is as inevitable as what happens when the children of immigrant parents pass through an American junior high school: not everyone is pleased with the result. “I’ve tried to avoid faux-Eastern themes and tones,” he writes. Fluently
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Poetry. Paper, Perfect Bound. 70 pages
2016, ISBN: 978-1-936419-67-8 $15.95 + S&H
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Poet Amanda Reverón maintains a blog. Her writing habit is
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Poetry. Paper, Perfect Bound. 40 pages
2016, ISBN: 978-1-936419-64-7 $12.95
Mercurial is also available on Kindle
Mercurial is the latest collection of poems from Allison Joseph: always accessible, musical, full of hard-earned wisdom, sass, and courage. Joseph writes about everyday situations in deft, heartfelt poems that span the spectrum of poetic ambition–free verse narrative, short lyrics, traditional rhyming forms and topical meditations. She is a poet of song and strut, an ambassador for the written word’s deviations and variations, a conversationalist
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Glimmer Girls – Helen Ruggieri
Paper, saddlestitched, 40 pp
$8.00 plus s&h
1999, ISBN 0-932412-16-5
Poems that evoke the author’s blue-collar, rock ‘n’ roll young womanhood. Sharp, gritty, honest and well-crafted.
Information about Helen Ruggieri is available at http://helenruggieri.com
Shoo Doobie Doobie Do
by Helen Ruggieri
Chuck Berry duckwalks across stage.
We clap and scream.
We’re yelling “Maybelline”
rocking up on the balls of our feet.
Down front they dance in the aisle
pushing and tugging in double time.
“Why cancha be true. . . .”
About ten rows down the guy
I like puts his arm around
a dark haired girl with spit curls.
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The Selfsame Planet – Zack Rogow
Poetry. Paper, saddlestitched, 40 pp
$7.50 plus s&h
1999, ISBN 0-932412-15-7
Sifting the Visible – Skip Renker
Paper, saddlestitched, 36 pp
$6.50 plus s&h
1998, ISBN 0-932412-13-0
Skip Renker’s poems are grounded, quiet and elegant, reflecting the thoughtful, humorous and meditative style of the man himself.
by Skip Renker
Sooner or later you will need me.
You’ll be lost. Unfamiliar
trees, thick waxy leaves, a sound
like crying when the wind
kicks up. Press your back
to a trunk. Hold me
to your face with a light
but firm grip, leave
the feathers free. Turn me around
three times. Your body
still stands, but that other
you enters me. Use my eyes,
black blossoms on short stalks,
to see with. Fly up
through the leaves, which close
around your wrists and ankles,
your neck. You must
push through their cries, until
you’re above the forest in the dark,
black wings beating in rhythm
with the movement of the stars.
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Staying Intact – John Palen
Poetry. Paper, saddlestitched, 28 pp
$6 plus s&h
These poems, as with any real poetry, make us see in new and deeper ways. Most of the works involve common feelings or occurances that we do not normally deem significant or beautiful. John’s elegant use of words brings out that beauty (not always a pleasant beauty).
Sundays at the Office
by John Palen
Each office has its individual touch,
a map of Canada or photographs,
cartoons from the New Yorker. It’s with such
details we intersect each other’s paths
and point to life beyond the cubicle.
Her flowers, dried at home, adorn a shelf,
his children’s crayon drawings crowd the
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The American Floor – Kip Zegers
Paper, saddlestitched, 24 pp
$6 plus s&h
by Kip Zegers
As I walk home from the school yard
where others attacking baskets were twelve years old,
it is a robin-anointed evening,
lingering light on dinnertime streets,
flittings in still naked trees.
Days ago I’d heard only starlings,
jays with rediscovered voices, just arrived grackles
that gasped, clicked, croaked dry-mouth
strangulations, hushed now before robin’s
liquid, lilac song, engorged with April.
Privet, forsythia, antenna, magnolia
birth a music that is so frantic, sweet
and unconcerned with waste, limit or any caution
that I almost genuflect, passing with my worn
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Territories, Here & Elsewhere – Judith McCombs
Paper, saddlestitched, 28 pp
$6 plus s&h
“This poetry full of living detail, and within the detail is an ongoing motif of adventure, risk and survival. McCombs is a pleasure for me to read.” –Alicia Ostriker
Pictures Not in Our Albums
by Judith McCombs
Somewhere it is still
a dream of safety, our young
parents hauling us up the dark pass,
Father blocking the wheels of the trailer
while Mother lets go the emergency brake
& eases the Ford into low, pulls forward
& slows, pulls forward & waits.
As if I had watched from a roadcut
I see the small oval Ford
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Blues for Port City – David Lunde
Paper, saddlestitched, 24 pp
$5 plus s&h
1995, ISBN 0-932412-07-8
Science fiction poems which are truly science fiction and truly fine contemporary poetry, “written” by an inhabitant of the demimonde of a space station. Includes Rhysling-award winner “Pilot, Pilot.”
by David Lunde
Your eyes were mirrors then,
silver as pressure domes, your
head raked back fifteen degrees.
The angle of your long neck
against the unwholesome horizontal
of that Port City street, the taut
cords of muscle straining
in my sweat-slick fingers,
are a senso I can’t erase–
neither that image nor the shame,
knowing even then it wasn’t you
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