Here are some chapbooks that Amy Lawless and I read recently and want to share with you.
Construction: Elegant letterpress of a cheerleader in midair after being thrown up by her teammates (from a series called Fan Death by Kristina Williamson). Thick cream card stock cover. The poems themselves are printed in whatever font a typewriter is.
Construction: 7.25″ x 4.75″ perfect bound silver-foil cover
Is Boo Boo Hiding in the Blank of Blank
What will spring bestow-
A paper mask tied about my nose
looking like the whiskers of a cat.
or possibly a more apt, those of a mouse.
Around you I am milkair,
or posssibly more appt, tenderbluefog.
An everything evening I’m still unaccustomed to,
with the feathers of a blind parrot
flying through it over my town.
Knowing the place below is home,
but only able to let the few words I recognize,
a Pretty Bird or Come Here,
lead me to my branch.
One sign of brilliance of that situation
is my lack of being able to describe
it within these two phrases.
The not-knowing cheers up
the knowing after all-
a shy quiet mouse that I tell to
Pour water into the saucepan.
Get bird water.
Put in mouth.
All are marks made without looking.
As even th;e best of us tire of these heroics
we rest our eyes upon the dun colored fields
pictured in the evening doodles of the hunters.
Bugs, leaves, feathers, cracks in the ice, and berries
In the feathers of parrots, dividing the sun with a paper mask,
a small dun field mouse.
In the juice of berries, a feather.
Construction: 11″ x 8.5″ spiral bound with black and white cover.
New city, new shitty
When he said there are millions of suns, he wasn’t kidding. I am asleep in the grass. I have successfully relocated and that’s about all. I have someone I see. My legs grow stronger walking to his house and eventually I make it to a tall glass building. They take my picture and shake my hand. I don’t get the job. I make the journey home. I give my number to a stranger. I tie the hood over my face and walk around the lake. I am asleep in the grass. From behind, a blackbird approaches with a metallic feather, I get up, apologize, and head home.
Construction: 8″ x 7″ saddle stitched semi-gloss cover.
Sample Poem: “Dear Jenny”
Construction: 8″ x 5.5″ glossy, perfect bound cover
Babies! Babies everywhere and not
making any sounds
I watched them crawl over
soft white blankets
their hands so small
their movements so sure.
When they almost collide
with one another, they’d sit
back on their diapers and stare.
They’d move their tiny hands
to their mouths. They’d suck awhile,
together, then roll over
and start crawling again
Thanks for your time. Please buy one or all of these chapbooks.