I have three new poems in Glitterpony, a good looking, well endowed ramp manager.
Xmas was boss. Got a dutch oven.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
I got this in the mail the other day. Its a reissue of translations Paul Auster put to paper in 1972. Poems by Char, Peret, Artaud, Breton, Souplalt, Desnos, Aragon, and Arp. A great little collection. A beautiful book. Black, red, white.
Rain Taxi has a bunch of other chapbooks available. Russell Edson, Dara Weir, Alice Notley, Stephen Dixon.
Posted by Brian Foley at 12:47 PM
Thursday, December 10, 2009
We're pleased to announce Julia Cohen's new chapbook FOR THE H IN GHOST in now for sale.
In For the H in Ghost, Julia Cohen names the blank space,
representing what is and what is not with ribbons of text that run
like veins in an invisible, immutable tongue.
Julia Cohen's first full length book, Triggermoon Triggermoon,
is forthcoming from Black Lawrence Press. She lives in Denver
and is the poetry editor of the journal, Saltgrass.
Cover is letterpressed with grey ink on white paper.
Printed in a limited edition of 83.
read a sample poem
Click Here to Purchase
ALSO AVAILABLE FROM BRAVE MEN PRESS
Series #7 Coinsides featuring Dan Boehl and Mike Young
Featuring Mike Young and Dan Boehl.
Actual size 2 3/8 x 4 1/8".
Each Coinside printed in a limited edition of 23.
Set of Two.
$3.50 for each, $6.50 for both
Click here to Purchase
Janaka Stucky's YOUR NAME IS THE ONLY FREEDOM has SOLD OUT.
We will be making a second edition in January. A pre-sale will appear on the website shortly.
A limited edition chapbook from Mathias Svalina is due this spring,
as well as a chapbook by Brian Foley.
Visit Brave Men Press.
Posted by Brian Foley at 11:25 AM
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
A copy of Larry Levis' Wrecking Crew costs $50. Sometimes $92. Someone please reissue this. These early poems fit nicely somewhere between David Youngs' Sweating Out The Winter and Greogory Orrs' Gathering The Bones Together. It is a softer surrealism.
On the post
of an abandoned wharf
a sea gull settles,
fixes me with a hard star,
and grows old.
The boards move gently under my feet,
Posted by Brian Foley at 2:22 PM