Wednesday, March 31, 2010

NUTLEY POND by Lyn Lifshin

92 pages, S12.95 paperback, $39.95 hard cover.
Voted among the best books of poetry for Winter 2008 reading by The Monserrat Review Poetry editor, Grace Cavalieri.

From winter fields smoldering with light and temperatures falling though spring with geese honking the light back and summer's wind of white rose petals, Lyn Lifshin's images, her snapshots and freeze frames, pull you into fall's ruby oaks and the coming blue sack of cold. She chronicles life at the pond, layer by layer, the inner and outer landscapes of this almost hidden refuge where deer and beaver, fox, herons, gulls, geese, mallards and even one of the geese featured in Fly Away Home and Father Goose landed for a few days. Nutley Pond is the only place this one goose appeared again in US after being trained with other motherless geese to follow an ultra lite plane to learn to migrate. Like so much at the pond, this goose, with her silver band and tame approach, was breath taking.

The poems from Nutley Pond will pull you into the last flaming maples and glistening gold fish into the shallows and shadows where stars swim in blue black ripples. You will be wrapped in garnet and turquoise sun rises, goose music and the rustling willows on the walk close to the pond. Experience the beauty and terror as light and dark braid and the birds rustle through leaves while the sound of water is a dark whisper though wet stones and crickets get louder and louder and then, stillness.


Moon slivers on the
rolling skin of water.
Geese in half light,
armada of feathers.
Wind blows them closer.
One silver band glows.
Their onyx, black flame
in a night fire


frozen, perched as
if listening for some
distant code,
news of a warm

front coming in
time. Meanwhile,
alerts go out on
local stations,

schools close
early. The "partly
sunny" never came.
30 percent chance

of snow. Trees tilt
east, the ground
hardens. Geese
take root as scarves

float in wind like
strange new flags

Order Nutley Pond from Goose River.
For more info on Lyn Lifshin visit

Some Recognition of the Joshua Lizard by Robert Burlingame

Robert Burlingame is a graduate of the University of New Mexico, Brown (Ph. D.), and Fulbright Scholar, Queen Mary College, University of London. He taught in the graduate school at the University of Texas (El Paso) and has published poems in Texas Observer, Southwest Review, Pushcart Prize, South Dakota Review, Kansas Quarterly, Massachusetts Review, and many others. Burlingame lives on a ranch in West Texas with his wife Linda, an artist.

This book brings together poems representing Robert Burlingame’s long artistic career as writer and teacher. Inspiration and subjects for his work come from varied sources, especially nature, literature, history and relationships. His thoughtful observations and insights of life in the desert Southwest connect the reader with a powerful and vivid sense of place. From the book:


With nothing to do
wakeup coffee warming his guts
he remembers the finch
red at the throat
he’d found in the yard dead
beneath the immense gaze of El Capitán

empty eye
piece of fluff rotted
to a perfect skull
its frayed beauty struck
tears down his face
as he saw but did not want to see
its panache spoiled in final reckoning

he wanted as little to go
though he knew he would
as if he’d gone already
to the poppy’s yellow
bloom bravely
separate on a rocky shelf
crisp injunction to tearful woe.

(for Joseph Rice)

A while ago we walked
up to where you’d stayed,
old friend

we saw where you’d slept
blue-blanketed narrow bed
and the glassed wide doorway
you’d gazed through onto the mountain

the first night it rained
thunder rolled and rumbled
as you told us later,
your face a smile but serious

we had gathered my poems
hundreds on white sheets, poems
reaching back
half a century

but what you remembered most
was the fierce wind
out of the pass
and the stars over the mountain’s slopes
that, too, is a poem, you said.

More info from Mutabilis Press

Monday, March 29, 2010


Trailer for WHEN YOU COME AGAIN, YOU WILL NEVER GO from UNLIKELY BOOKS, a book of WAR poems set in several African Countries. Words by Andreas Morgner, vocal performance by Jonathan Penton and Belinda Subraman. Music by Christopher Ashmore. Photos from Wikimedia Commons. A VERGIN' PRODUCTION.

Friday, March 26, 2010


TRANSUBSTANTIATE SYNOPSIS: When an experiment with population control works too well, and the planet is decimated, seven broken people are united by a supernatural bond in a modern day Eden. Most on the island are fully aware of this prison disguised as an oasis. Unfortunately, Jimmy is on the mainland, desperate to get back, in a post-apocalyptic stand-off, fighting for his survival and that of his unborn child. Back on the island, Jacob stares at the ocean through his telescope and plots his escape, reluctant to aid the cause. Marcy tries to hide from her past, sexual escapades that may be her saving grace. X sits in his compound, a quiet, massive presence, trapped in his body by ancient utterings and yet free in spirit to visit other places and times. Roland, the angry, bitter son of Marcy is determined to leave, and sets out on his own. Watching over it all is Assigned, the ghost in the machine. And coming for them, to exact revenge, and finish the job that the virus started, is Gordon. He just landed on the island and he has help.

Transubstantiate is a neo-noir thriller, filled with uncertainty at every portal, and jungles overflowing with The Darkness. Vivid settings, lyrical language, and a slow reveal of plot, motivation, past crimes and future hope collide in a final showdown that keeps you guessing until the final haunting words.

BIO: Richard Thomas was the winner of the ChiZine Publications 2009 “Enter the World of Filaria” contest. His work is forthcoming or published in Cemetery Dance (Shivers VI), Living Dead Press (Eternal Nights: A Vampire Anthology), Murky Depths, 3:AM Magazine, Word Riot, Dogmatika, Cherry Bleeds, Gold Dust, Vain and Opium. He is a member of the Horror Writers Association. For more info click HERE.

Sunday, March 21, 2010


The Riddle of the Wooden Gun
By: Todd Moore
Genre: Poetry, Trade Paper
Publisher: Lummox Press (PO Box 5301 San Pedro, CA 90733-5301)
Pages: 144
ISBN: 978-1-929878-01-7

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Publishing Date: Jan. 2009

Todd Moore has been working on a pan-epic poem on John Dillinger for the past 34 years. This latest edition focuses on Dillinger's (read America's) fascination with the gun, wooden and otherwise...

“The spirit of the wooden gun leaves you with scars, wounds, and the bullet holes of language. It is a wild outlaw ride made even more intense by the compacted words, the thin line beating syllables into a pulse, a pound. This poem is an endless sentence with no breaks. It takes you to a different level of consciousness.” -- Tony Moffeit

"The gun, of course, now, is a shape-shifting totem that we all can embrace. Like poetry itself, the gun is also a dream that's full of hope and death and loss and rejection and the possibility of limited resurrection. At the same time, it's pure medicine for all or a slippery guise for a shaman's bluff. All I know is that I need it. Plain and simple. It can serve as the gun I've never carried. It's also a flash of light in my real darkness. Congratulations on creating a masterpiece." -- Lawrence Welsh

The Wooden Gun Sampler

dillinger never
told his
old man
abt the wooden
gun he
found at
the movies
he sneaked
it into
the house
& hid it
under the
bed & when
he had to
turn the lights
off & go
to sleep he’d
put the wooden
gun under
his pillow
dillinger won
dered if a
wooden gun
ever gave
off any light

he was
holding a
in one hand
& a wooden
gun in the
but for
some strange
was afraid
of the
it was the
gun that
had every
one edging
back toward
the wall
some kind
of black
energy was
off the
gun &
just hanging
in the
air like
strands of
very dark
(p 75)

SEA TRAILS by Pris Campbell

Sea Trails Poems and 1977 Passage NotesPris Campbell
Genre: Poetry, Trade Paper
Publisher: Lummox Press (PO Box 5301 San Pedro, CA 90733-5301)
Pages: 100
ISBN: 978-1-929878-02-4

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Publishing Date: October 2009

The poetry of Pris Campbell has appeared in such journals as Chiron Review, Boxcar Poetry Review, Main Street Rag, OCHO, and Wild Goose Review. She was featured poet in 2008/2009 in Empowerment4Women , In the Fray, and From East to West. In 2008, she was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her most recent chapbook, Hesitant Commitments, was published by Lummox Press and is part of the Little Red Book series. Before she was sidelined by CFIDS in 1990, Pris was a Clinical Psychologist, working in St Louis, Honolulu, Providence, and Boston, ending up in the greater West Palm Beach, FL, where she currently lives with her husband, a sea loving dog and a cat who sleeps on her poetry drafts.

“We never see things in themselves, only things as they appear to our own particular sensibilities, moods, and associations. Nowhere is that clearer than in poetry, and nowhere in poetry is that clearer than in Pris Campbell’s new book, Sea Trails. Part travelogue and part poetic narrative, the book brilliantly counter-poses poetic revelations of the speaker as she moves from “in love” to “out of love” and prose descriptions of a journey down the American Intracoastal Waterway, including details of the physical workings of the journey and of the landscapes which sustain her. An emotional, sensual, and visceral joy to read.” -- Scott Owens

Sea Trails

"I must go down to the sea again…"
John Masefield

I board the tiny sloop that has carried me
twice to Maine with its deep
silent harbors and moaning buoys.
I'm ensnared, trapped by increasing
longings to ride that magic carpet
into places different from my own
narrow world of nine to five rewind.
Saltwater rises through my body,
is transformed through its heat
into golden mist. I expand
without Alice's cookies,
become a gull dropping clams
on the rocks to crack them,
a molting lobster, a leaping dolphin,
a man watching the sky from a deserted dock.
The sea is my cradle and it rocks me,
lulling me into new ways of seeing.
My arms unfurl into sails.
I let the wind take me.

Sea Speak

The Chesapeake opens beneath us,
a woman spreading her skirt wide
to greet the Atlantic, already throbbing
with September winds at her feet.
I learn to lay down a trot line,
haul hungry crabs to the surface, tossing
the lucky red-bellied females back.
I learn that fish gasp in upper Bay
pollution, that sea grass cries,
that watermen chug out at dawn past
clanging buoys and clearing mist
hoping to net their catch for the day.
I learn that heaven is right here
in these blue waters, the upside-down sky,
that the spirits of old sailors walk
on our bow at night, telling lost stories
about Tangier Isle, Shanks, Queens Ridge,
Piney Island. I learn how love
of the sea can rush right through you
with the wind, until your heart is translucent
with joy as intense as pain.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Sample tracks

Enhanced Poetry is Chuck Joy, with Kurt Sahlmann. Chuck's all poetry, Kurt is mostly music. Poetry and music at the same time. Their last visit as Enhanced Poetry to Jive was a riot, and is recorded LIVE.

Chuck Joy, co-creator of Poetry Scene at the Erie Book Store, author of Dreamville reads Lines for the page and the stage. Kurt Sahlmann, of The KURTS' Purples, is a talented musician. Together they serve up a tasty minestrone of words and tunes, freighted with parmesan cheese, if parmesan cheese is comedy. They laugh a lot anyway.

And so will you. You will also experience other affects and perhaps be inspired toward a thought or two. The blend of poetry and music has ancient roots, and yet here we are today. .....Enhanced Poetry.


FIGHTING KITE by Vince Gotera

About Fighting Kite . . .

Fighting Kite narrates, in verse, the life of Martin Avila Gotera — son, trickster, soldier, schizophrenic, visionary, lawyer, workingman, father — a life that glimmers like a node, a shimmery knot, a glowing nexus, of the shared histories of the Philippines and the United States. Fighting Kite also unveils how parents' lives shape, shade, and sharpen their children's days and nights: a son remembering a father, brilliant and troubled, tormented and wise.

Poems from Fighting Kite . . .


Papa said, "You know I would have to kill you,"
to Mama, who sat quietly, head bowed.
I was just a kid — five or six — and cried
deep gut-wrenching sobs. The moon, like a new
coin in the window, sliced in half by blue
knives of cloud. "You're too young to understand,
Vin," he smiled. "It would be my duty as a man."
A tear on her cheek, Mama whispered, "That's true."

To this day, I don't know if there was another man
or if they were only talking possibility,
in case, for example, Mama felt her face
begin to flush downstairs with a repairman.
Her only safety net then — Papa's motto,
A place for everything, everything in its place.


1931, although a drought year, still brings
the feast of San Martin, turning Pasig's
main street into a river: colors strung
from windows, a marching band in homespun.

The market blooms religious relics, red and green
papier-mache toys, in the church plaza. Little boys
in yellow kerchiefs chase a greased pig in and out
among buyers, competing for a purse of centavos.

At sunset, the streets scintillate with candles,
wisps of flame escorting the dark-skinned Virgin
in gold and vermilion on hardy shoulders.
Banks of townspeople singing hymns are led

by Simeon, the cantor. The finale
at full dark, the zarzuela stage show: all day
grandmothers hinting about a "special appearance"
tonight, perhaps a famous singer from Manila.

But before all that, in the musky heat of early
afternoon, my father is tying a sack of ashes
behind his back, slung from his waist
as he shinnies up a pole slick with pork fat.

At the top, 25 feet above the hooting crowd,
a pouch of pesos. The younger boys unable to reach,
the older ones get a turn. "You're 10, right?"
the parish priest asks my father. "You go first."

Sweat stings his eyes. My father climbs 6 feet,
starts to slip. The crowd chants, "Martin! Martin!"
Slow like a cat, he stretches right hand then
left into the sack. Fingers dipping in ash.

Almost there, almost there. This is his life.

For BIO and ordering information click HERE .

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Selected Poetry by Edward Mycue

Art by Richard Steger

“Ed Mycue's poetry is a lifetime of surprises. He was born
surprised, grew up on wonder, and now surely lives under
the ever crashing waterfalls of amazement. His language is
pure chirp, flip and rouse. It never ever sleeps. Savor his
lines — like memory — for as long as you dare”
— Hiram Larew, author of More Than Anything and Part Of

A Century Is a Skull Factory

It’s another century, careless, rudderless
when what’s next is curtains
riding the night air
and victims living their injuries
sledding along like a shell in a swift stream
the color of coral, of flamingos
transparence twilled over and
intersecting recesses of hurt.

Discrete bits of elsewhere become
yellow tulips in a sodden light
that doesn’t equal dusk because it’s split
from a century like a skull floating like a factory
whose function is clotting
where optimal longings gather under a mask,

but first it curdles into a dance
of confusions called a CLINICAL TRIALS, “mono-
therapies” somewhat like
a mobius strip adder doubling on itself
as I sit wanting to fly from my speech into
silent brown eyes
flecked with gold
drifting on the current
like a flag.

PUT IT DOWN IN A BOOK by Tom Bradley

by Tom Bradley
The Drill Press
3:AM Magazine's Non-Fiction Book of 2009

The title comes from Yitzchak Luria:

Writing is impossible because all things are related.
I can hardly open my mouth to speak without feeling
as though the sea burst its dams and overflowed.
How then shall I express what my soul has received,
and how can I put it down in a book?

Rather than interpreting that as a cry of despair, or an expression of mystical awe (which is how the good rabbi consciously intended it), Tom Bradley has accepted Luria's utterance as a challenge. Allowing the "sea to burst its dams and overflow," acknowledging that "all things are related," he has refused to find writing impossible, and has put it down in this book about writing itself.

BIO: Tom Bradley's latest books are Vital Fluid (Crossing Chaos Enigmatic Ink), Even the Dog Won't Touch Me (Ahadada Press), Hemorrhaging Slave of an Obese Eunuch (Dog Horn Publishing), and Calliope's Boy (Black Rainbows Press). He is presently collaborating on a graphic ekphrasis in verse and an illustrated novel with artists David Aronson and Nick Patterson respectively, both to be published by Crossing Chaos Enigmatic Ink. My Hands Were Clean, Tom's nonfiction flip book with Deb Hoag, will be released by Unlikely Books this summer at the Burning Man Festival in Nevada's Black Rock Desert. Further curiosity can be indulged at and Wikipedia.

40 YEARS LATER by Steven Jay Griffel

Successful middle-aged publishing executive David Grossman risks everything to fulfill a promise to a woman he has not seen in forty years. When teen sweethearts and now aging Baby Boomers David and Jill reunite after four decades, sparks fly fast and furious, despite his long marriage to Allison and Jill’s reputation as a famous, former lesbian.

Jill Black, a “one hit wonder” Hollywood screenwriter, is consumed with a last chance to write and direct her own film. Success will reinvigorate her career. Failure will end it. When a pompous studio “suit” begins to undermine her authority and threatens to kill her project, the pressure forces her to spin from rage to murderous madness as she ensnares David in her plans.

Love and betrayal. Revenge and redemption. For some it ends happily. For others it all comes undone in this fast-paced drama of Baby Boomers trying to hang on to their lives, their families, and their Woodstock dreams. A riveting debut novel of suspense and humor, masterfully told by Steven Jay Griffel.


Steven Jay Griffel has a distinguished career as an Editor, Publisher, and Writer in the educational publishing field. His work has contributed to many important textbooks and learning tools used in middle schools and high schools throughout the United States during the last two decades. He received a B.A. in Creative Writing from Queens College and an M.A. in American Literature from Fordham University. 40 YEARS LATER is available HERE.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Today and Yesterday's Forest

An impromptu selection and reading of previously published works by Jonathan Penton and Belinda Subraman. Art by Henry Avignon. Music by Ken Clinger. A Vergin' Production.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

When Poets Lie Down and Suck Bittersweet Lemons

Poet, Arden Tice, reflects on her long adventurous life in this new book. This short clip includes talk about experimenting with peyote and meeting Diego Rivera.
(This clip was published on her 82nd birthday).

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

The Myth of the West and Anti-Americanism

William Al-Sharif is a British humanist intellectual and author of many works including "Christianity, Islam and Secular Criticism," "Rethinking Quranic Studies," "Islamism: Religion and Ideology," "Men and Ideas," "The Dearest Quest," "Asian Papers," and "Ireland: A History." He is currently associated with the University of Glasgow" and lives in Scotland. He is Director of Jerusalem Publications. William was born in Palestine and grew up in Kuwait. He speaks English, Arabic, Urdu, Persian, French and Spanish.

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