so not only is my first ever chapbook out from SHADOWBOX press (if you havent bought one yet–$5–go get it, they’ll be gone quicker than my sanity 😉 — i just receive my contributor copies tonight and they are absolutely gorgeous–and the poems are not all that bad either 😉
my first ever Tinyside is available from BIG GAME BOOKS it’s a selection of 5 prose poems from a collection titled Preterrain. it only costs $1!!! so please buy one also!!! tho i don’t think PAYPAL accepts quarters.
you’ll notice that i use my full name in the Shadowbox chap, but my initials in the Tinyside. you’ll also notice that I will be reading with just my first and last names in this reading series, (only my second ever featured reading):
Poetry and more – an invitation to the 2007
Evelyn Avenue Reading Series
08/05: Andrew Joron and Colleen Lookingbill
08/19: Amanda Field and Linda Norton
*celebrating their new EtherDome chapbooks*
08/26: Craig Perez and Maryrose Larkin
All readings are on Sundays, beginning at 2pm.
632 Evelyn Ave., Albany, CA 94706
so mark your calendars if you are lucky enough to live in the bay area. and no i am NOT having an identity crisis.
just for a little teaser, here is the last prose poem of Preterrain:
This weather when you can’t tell what is yours. This figural atmosphere which is nothing more than need. What more can you see than what it is to see, which itself is absence: an unknown bird, an open estuary. But will we find that shared place? As if nets of echo no longer clothe the singing. As if, to preclude its being in the present, a bell empties the sky.
yo, that’s worth a least a buck-fiddy!
and here’s a prose poem from my shadowbox chap:
Our essential belongings: breath, memory, first languages. I want to burn the shadows of dancers to see if there are roots without flower, flesh without toll, dreams without pronouns. We no longer say ‘rescued’: among touch and syntax, only the song of what is here. But even this decays, sentences like flags on a torn floor. If not a fossil of a butterfly, where would all this blood go? I hide my eyes to see what darkness chooses. With what anguish will we receive each thing? With what gratitude?
yo, that poem is worth at least fo-fiddy!
SO GET TO GETTING!
and email me, im heavy bored.