July 22, 2011 • 8:54 am Comments Off
My chapbook “Dear Red Airplane” arrived in today’s mail. It is published by Seven Kitchens Press. I suppose it’s both good news and bad news that it is already sold out. Seven Kitchens is a micro-press and they specialize in artful booklets in small print runs. If you’d like to request a second run, you can do so here.
Filed under: Books, Poetry, Writers, Dear Red Airplane, Robin Reagler, Seven Kitchens Press
March 21, 2011 • 3:15 pm Comments Off
A red woodpecker scales the live oak, while I sleep,
the phone rings makes its erasures:
a demolition/construction
a dream in which I’m revising a list with my father—gone
the way of whole neighborhoods in the Bronx.
Robert Moses shrugs his concrete shoulders
Robert Moses, I say, drop the knife.
In the summer of 2001, I lived in the Bowery, took photographs
of police call boxes,
took the train through Newark, NJ: warehouse, community college, broadface
of the projects irregardless of choices. I was a lonely child, loved looking
at things no one would notice: Rahway, Linden, Elizabeth: the many-eyed,
bricked-up, gold-domed, on the platform waiting.
So far as we feel sympathy, we are not accomplices.
Thick rain and tree roots knuckle the sidewalk.
In Newark, NJ, the sidewalks were slate gray, dark as thunderheads
big bang big theory of charge/discharge.
As a child, I thought I could save my mother’s life by stepping in front of her.
Copyright © 2011 by Susan Briante
from her book Utopia Minus published by Ahsahta Press
Filed under: Books, Poetry, ahsahta press, Susan Briante, Utopia Minus
March 15, 2011 • 5:00 pm Comments Off
One of my (many) childhood fantasies was having an identical twin. You too? Check out the repetitive hilarity of illustrator Judy Kaufman. Bring back the joy!
(via Art MoCo)
Filed under: Art, Blogs, Books, Design, identical twins, illustration, judy kaufmann, twins
November 15, 2010 • 12:22 pm Comments Off
If the heron comes in low over the marshes, if it shadows the car as you drive
west toward the sea, breakwater holding the lip of the coming tide
at bay while the autumn sun cast one gold and pink sheen over the grasses
like a spell, like all the secrets you tell
yourself while driving; if the heron comes in low, great wings beating the air
slowly as a woman beats rugs on a line, having pulled them from the basement
readying the house for winter (it is a fine, warm day but she is not fooled,
having lived her whole life here she knows what’s just beyond the cusp
of October); if you stop the car and, getting out, watch the bird hover and dip
and disappear below the horizon of the tall grass, wait then, just wait:
before the sky loses its light for good, and your hands grow unusually chill
in the new air, the head of the heron will bob like a buoy back out of the grass
again, as if it had always been there, still as a road sign, and there
it will remain, unfazed, patient and voracious
in this splendid world.
by Melanie Braverman
from her book Red
Photo by Anita, on flickr akr67042
Filed under: Books, Photography, Poetry, bird in flight, Heron, Melanie Braverman, nature, poem
July 27, 2010 • 1:47 pm 1
This work by Sebastiaan Bremer truly blows me away! Whoah!
[via grain edit]
Filed under: Art, Books, Web, Sebastiaan Bremer
July 21, 2010 • 11:09 am Comments Off
the rustle of a Sunday bundle of newspapers tucked under my father’s arm stop
and no father walking toward me stop
on the branch only oak leaves reddening as wind ripens their talent for exodus stop
on the lawn a scatter of wrens head-down but tail-erect stop
no bringing back the other world though every silence sounds for it stop
soft hiss then only all the rattle of useless memory caught in the unwieldy bundle of his dying stop
where I’ve tied it stop
waiting for the proscenium that the warblers’ song might once again build around me stop
I purse my lips in an exaggerated exorcism of breath please advise
by Rusty Morrison
from the true keeps calm biding its story (Ahsahta Press)
Filed under: Books, Poetry, Rusty Morrison
May 13, 2010 • 6:42 am Comments Off
January 22, 2010 • 11:23 am Comments Off
In a set of photographs published in the most recent edition of Indigest Magazine, you can see Parsley Steinweiss’ pictures of books. But they don’t look much like books. Enjoy!
Filed under: Art, Blogs, Books, Photography
January 12, 2010 • 6:06 pm 1
slow fields blink past orchard in fall the stream moves clear
slow moves in fields blink past stream fall the clear orchard
slow fall moves fields blink clear past stream in the orchard
orchard slow fall past moves in blink clear fields the stream
fall moves clear past slow stream in fields the orchard blink
the slow blink past stream clear in fall fields orchard moves
past moves slow blink in fields orchard fall the clear stream
blink slow past moves fall stream clear fields the orchard in
orchard in stream clear fall blink past moves slow the fields
in slow past blink orchard fields stream the clear fall moves
in fall slow blink the past moves clear orchard stream fields
slow stream moves past fields clear in fall orchard the blink
blink the orchard fields in slow stream past clear fall moves
the past moves blink orchard slow in stream fields clear fall
clear moves the stream fall in orchard past blink fields slow
by Nate Pritts
published in Dear Sir
as well as in his new chapbook, Descriptive Sketches
the photo was originally uploaded to flickr by amy allcock.
Filed under: Books, Current Events, Photography, Poetry, Writers, nate pritts
January 5, 2010 • 8:17 pm 3
This week I “met” Marta Pelrine-Bacon on a blog that I read regularly called Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast. I’m totally gaga over her work. Wow!
Rabbit Looks Up
Her Sister Was Always Listening
December 3, 2009 • 5:04 pm Comments Off
I found this videopoem through my friend Laura Mullen, who posted it on facebook. The video is inspired by the poem “Going West” by Maurice Gee. The video is sponsored by the New Zealand Book Council. Fasten your reader’s seat belt.
Credits: Film for NZ Book Council
Produced by Colenso BBDO and
Animated by Andersen M Studio
Filed under: Books, Video, Writers, going west, marice gee, new zealand, reading books
October 13, 2009 • 7:29 am Comments Off
Last month I posted this. My friend Marlene said, if you like that maybe you'll like this too. I do, I do!
Filed under: Art, Books, Photography
October 7, 2009 • 1:33 pm Comments Off
By sandbag
by flood
by fire and
by beetstink
by traincars
by offers
by youth
by wrinkledom
by hospital by
cowardice by
a slapdash collection
of ands by
a stalwart obsession
with carrion
birds by living
by living within
a set of
escape hatches by
sandbagging
by flood
by silence
by ricochet by
spores on the wind
by circus tent neighborship
by breathing
by motherhood
by fors and
by nors really
any conjunction
that sandbag
that flood
by witness by forgiveness by
forgetness by dreaming
by thoughtful love by
trainwreck love
by the luminosity
of the true nature
or even
by real dullness
of the spirit
hand me that sandbag
by the wine key
the flooding like clockwork
by poems about crossroads
by songs about crossroads
challenge that water
to a fistfight I
dare you I
am on a roll
and have just told
my typo keyboard
to fuck off
a river crests
by the corkscrew
rollercoaster
not by songs about the luminosity
not by poems about the luminosity
sandbag atop sandbag
I don’t know about fate
but certainly
by accident
by northness
by entrapment
by vision
by death mostly
by some form
of death,
rebirth is
a real possibility.
But we could
be waiting here
awhile. Have we
prepared ourselves
for this waiting.
Filed under: Books, Poetry, Paula Cisewski
September 23, 2009 • 12:59 pm 1
August 27, 2009 • 5:29 am Comments Off
He paints in the colors of awe. Visit Mitchell Johnson's site to see more of his work.
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