"It's just a fucking rock"

"People are dying everyday so who really gives a shit?  I'm like a man sitting on a rock in Central Park looking for a provocative thought just because the trees are pretty.  It's just a fucking rock"- John Snyder, "Here's to Seven Months".  One of the many great poems in our forthcoming collection, "The Understanding Between Foxes and Light."  Now as you can tell this isn't the most optimistic poem in the world but it certainly is one of the realist and that is very optimistic.  Like many poems in this book we aren't looking to save the world just to watch it burn, as John so eloquently puts in his poem, "Die like a match."  We just hope the burning produces rainbows.  

August 5th The Understanding Between Foxes and Light will be ready to order from amazon.

"I pray him dead every thirteenth heartbeat, marking the anniversaries since his tongue went on holiday after learning fists are harder to ignore."

"I pray him dead every thirteenth heartbeat, marking the anniversaries since his tongue went on holiday after learning fists are harder to ignore."  

Let us give you a couple of minutes with that line.

That is from Mariel Pauline's poem, "There Are More Subtle Ways for a Body to Rebel" from our new anthology coming out in August "The Understanding between Foxes and Light."  This poem hits on the wickedness of evil and how it sometimes, for some, helps the heart to beat.  It's an aching poem from an aching poet in a time when certain aches are still deemed "not protected by law."  We really can't wait for this anthology to be in your hands.  We really have taken a grand step in a new yet familiar direction (we know that's a BS way of saying that) but there is something so satisfying with this book that we can't wait to share it with you.  It's like this great secret we all whisper.

July 31st...Manitoba's, 99 Ave B (between 6th and 7th) 8:00pm.

It's Animal but Merciful

"An ambitious work, and a risky one, It’s Animal but Merciful finds common ground for a diverse group of poets in excellent craft and fearless voices...Read this book. Stick with it to the end. You will not be disappointed. You will be dazzled."- Emilia Fuentes Grant, The Pedestal Magazine

"It’s Animal but Merciful draws the reader into a page-turning set of accessible, provocative poems and short stories...International poets add a detectable international flavor to It’s Animal, which is also national in its American scope."- David St.-Lascaux, Interrupting Infinity

A collection of fearless poetry and prose from fifty-five writers across the United States, plus Botswana, the Philippines, Denmark, and Canada. This is world writing with a New York flair-no nonsense, no claptrap, ready to spit in your eye or call you lover in a cyberminute. There's brutality, glamour, danger, and glitz...but an unexpected tenderness too.

Contributors: Hala Alyan, Claus Ankersen, Daniel Aristi, Marcia Arrieta, Priscilla Atkins, Paco Brown, Gabriel Cabrera, Patrick Cahill, Billy Cancel, Lauren Marie Cappello, Peter Carlaftes, Jay Chollick, J. Crouse, Sabina Crowley, Marie Dominique E. Dela Paz, Rich Ferguson, Joan Gelfand, Flores, Christian Georgescu, Russ Green, Janet Hamill, Deborah Hauser, Karen Hildebrand, R. Nemo Hill, Aimee Herman, Vicki Iorio, Ted Jonathan, Kit Kennedy, a.m. kozak, Sarah-Jean Krahn, David Lawton, Richard Loranger, Christopher Luna, Catfish McDaris, Kate Marchetto, Kristen Orser, Daniel Scott Parker, Puma Perl, Dan Raphael, Francis Raven, Lynette Reini-Grandell, Karl Roulston, Cin Salach, skoo d foo da bom!, Mary McLaughlin Slechta, Jon Steinhagen,  John Duncan Talbird, Charles F. Thielman, John J. Trause, Bruce Weber, Gina Williams, Theresa Williams, David Winter, Amy Wright, Tina Yang.

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JANET HAMILL

Wander.1

Because I cast myself off as a brave heart built of the straw of a sparrow’s nest.   I cry all night when lilac bushes bend to the ground from rain.   From snow.   From habit.   I cry in the absent arms that brought me.   Warm from phosphorescent sky banks

Though nothing will ever close the distance.    I still cry tied to the ribcage of the moon.   Listening to the foghorns blowing over the seas of the moon.    In rain.   In snow.   From habit I cry because a wanderer tries to break out of my skin

Every night.   Its muscles heave and convulse.   Its spine ripples its eyelids swell.   Its oars dip.   Its body rises and tries to separate with a boat no longer than a drugged horse.   No wider than a channel of tranquilized blood

From mountain stillness.   From sands restrained by carnivorous reeds from rain.   From snow.   From habit.   I cry all night

DAVID WINTER

Parole

The Correctors have allowed you to try living in your name again.

Left hand in your mother’s, right hand in your woman’s,

you face glass, you face the man who has come home.

You tell me you learned home from that anti-place

where no drunk mother kicked you out, no father

mocked the accident of your making, where

concrete held you, softly, until anger fell from your body.

You tell me of returning to this world I shakily walk.

As you step from my family home into the open dark,

into our watched American town, I notice what has not changed:

your gait conveys a purpose, a place you mean to arrive,

a naked space, unwalled, unnamed, stripped of air,

not yet witness to the horror we call freedom, or its limits.

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It’s Animal but Merciful great weather for MEDIA 2012 ISBN: 978-0-9857317-0-0 $15.00, 7.5" x 9.25" 162 pages

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"I am a bone marrow milkshake for the lonely and disenchanted."

Oh my this collection from great weather for media, "The Understanding Between Foxes and Light" is breathtaking.  There are some beautiful poems in this book.  Today we'll be looking at the poem "alkie i no longer speak to in jersey" by Larry Myers.  This poem is very short but very knee-deep in persona.  My favorite line in this is, "I am a bone marrow milkshake for the lonely and disenchanted."  Larry Myers really captures this one brief moment of this New Jerseyian and their possible downfall.  We don't want to give too much away but it is exquisite.  Our first book release will be at Manitoba's, 99 Ave B (between 6th and 7th) 8pm.