Posts Tagged ‘La Petite Zine’

DARK MATTER #1

Sunday, February 5th, 2012

Dark Matter is a magazine I made up last night. It’s composed of poems from other publications on the internet and some songs. Some of the poems are newer and some are older. They come from publications that I enjoy reading. The songs are songs I like and can be listened to with the poems, or by themselves.

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La Petite Zine 28

Thursday, October 27th, 2011

“Guns, am / I right? Guns! I love them!” writes Jason Bredle in “Gun Range Talk” at the new La Petite Zine. LPZ gone weird this time, including this tercet from Stephanie Barber: “starve to death / starve to death / starve to death” and from Aaron Belz, “We channel horseradish / On the daily vacation tab” — all to the good of those who love it.

Elaine Kahn: Explain Yourself!

Tuesday, October 19th, 2010

I was just reading the new issue of La Petite Zine for fun and then there was this thing by Elaine Kahn called “Imp, Imp” and I was like, dang Mom how did that happen? Here’s the bit that got me:

. . .
in the deep flit of your eyes
boldly rolling, high as a fruit pallet

Your voice, your voicely voice
. . .

Kahn blends sense sense and poem sense effectively, which is perhaps a challenging thing to do quickly as she does here. Also note that she uses fewer periods than most poets who’ve habituated Western Massachusetts, which is cool with me. My guess is the poem was written longer first and then reduced, but who cares what I think, what I’m asking is ELAINE KAHN, EXPLAIN YOURSELF! (applause)

(See earlier Explain Yourself! posts and rules to the game show here, here, here and here.)

La Petite Zine, Issue 24

Monday, June 21st, 2010

Issue 24 of La Petite Zine is out now. It is a fantastic read. I’m halfway through. Here are some lines I particularly liked from the first half: (more…)

New Magazine Monday: A Dog Keeps Chasing Itself Into the Funeral Home Parking Lot And Then Retreating Into the Mysterious Gray Snow

Monday, March 16th, 2009

There’s so much going on in the literary world right now like dude. To wit: I ate all of a hip young author’s string cheese, but I’m going to replace the stock before she’s back from vacation, so she’ll never know. Pretty soon I’m going to buy dish soap and headphones, so I can clean my plates of bacteria and listen to country music in hunkered intensity, which will up my chug-a-lug and keep me fit to perform services for you, the literary public, including but not limited to announcements of three new online magazine issues:


WRITE UP AFTER THE BREAK
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