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April 15, 2012: 2 books from Rich Murphy
Hunting and Pecking
Poems by Rich Murphy
Poetry chapbook, ahadada Books, 2009-
Rich Murphy was born in Lynn, Massachusetts, and has taught writing and literature for 23 years at Bradford College, Emman College and now at VCU. Credits include a book of poems The Apple in the Monkey Tree by Codhill Press; chapbooks Great Grandfather by Pudding House Publications, and Family Secret by Finishing Line Press; poems in hundreds of journals; and essays on poetics in journals, including Reconfigurations: A Journal Poetics Poetry / Literature and Culture.
"Rich Murphy is a genuine experimentalist, a tinkerer, a risk-taker of arresting, original, mordantly hilarious poems. He never seems content to repeat an achieved effect. He is always wrestling with some new project. He will figure into zany anthologies. And be admired for "difficulties," while in fact commanding attention through the clear vigor of his inventions. Rich Murphy, American original."
$10.00 | ISBN: 978-0-9811704-4-2 | 40 Pages | 3 signed copies
—George Starbuck
The Apple in the Monkey Tree
Poems by Rich Murphy
Poetry book, Codhill Press, 2008-
Rich Murphy has taught poetry at Bradford College, directed writing programs at Emmanuel College, and publishes widely in journals. He has three chapbooks: Great Grandfather (Pudding House Publications), Family Secret (Finishing Line Press), and Hunting and Pecking (Ahadada Books). Currently, he teaches writing at Virginia Commonwealth University.
"Mr. Murphy is a very careful craftsman in his work, a patient and testing intelligence, one of those writers who knows precisely what he wants his style to achieve. His poetry is quiet but packed, carefully wrought, not surrealistically wild, and its range not limited but deliberately narrow. It takes aim."
—Derek Walcott"Among my favorite poems in Rich Murphy's The Apple in the Monkey Tree,`Monk See Monk Do,' 'Forceps Two Step,' `Table Manner,' `Weather or Knots,' `Science 1492,' `The Nature of Things Now,' `Genesis.' I could go on listing. The apple and the monkey are carried throughout the collection but are presented in a fresh way each time they appear. The satire—the exposure of the reality of human existence and human nature, very Swift-like, yet different in execution—less gritty than Swift's poetry. Nicely done."
—Samantha Gloss, freelance editor"If `we distract the angels from the soft / behind of our biology for the rough / terrain of history,' we connect human beings to the fuller spirit of the mountain and ocean. After all, the earth is prior to mankind. We exist for it. Nature doesn't exist only for human use. These poems ask questions about human relevance. If a poet can answer, in part, the question, What are the reasons for history?--then his book is worthy of our attention."
$16.00 | ISBN: 978-1-930337-37-4 | 80 Pages | 3 signed copies
—Sean Farragher, poetry editor, FRiGG Magazine
March 3, 2012: Circle Straight Back by Noel Sloboda
A new Poetry chapbook from Červená Barva Press
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Circle Straight Back by Noel Sloboda
Červená Barva Press, 2012 -
Originally from Massachusetts, Noel Sloboda lived in Missouri while earning his Ph.D. from Washington University. He currently serves as dramaturg for the Harrisburg Shakespeare Company and teaches at Penn State York. The author of the poetry collection Shell Games (sunnyoutside, 2008), he has also published several chapbooks. Learn more here: http://www2.yk.psu.edu/sites/njs16/
“In that ghostly area between flash fiction and prose poems, you’ll find the work of Noel Sloboda. At his best, his dry humor and easy way with a sentence propel you forward from each piece into the next. Not only will Sloboda show you where you’ve been in the world, he’ll let you know a bit about the future, too. His characters, ‘hungry for redemption,’ are the real achievement in this kind of short work. Solidly real, honest and forthright, they’ll stick with you like early childhood memories recalled by chance in the day-to-day struggle of living.”
—Rusty Barnes
Of Species
A tyrannosaurus and a triceratops put their heads together and guessed what would inevitably happen to all the dinosaurs, but the two could not agree how the end would come about.
It will surely be a flood, boomed the tyrannosaurus.
I rather suspect meteors will rain down, countered the triceratops in a loud contralto.
They debated for some time, before finally agreeing to disagree, since preventative measures—they decided—were more important, ultimately, than causes. United, they resolved to construct a massive canoe with a great umbrella mounted in its middle. They called their craft The Salvation, and as soon as it was seaworthy, they eagerly launched. In their haste, they forgot to bring paddles, and so the tyrannosaurus and triceratops drifted into the deeps, then drifted and drifted some more.
“It seems,” said the triceratops with an ironic smirk, “we’ve designed our own undoing. Surely, we’ll both starve out here.”
“One of us won’t,” said the tyrannosaurus, a gleam in one of his yellow eyes, which had a center shaped like a sharp tooth.
When he had finished his meal, the tyrannosaurs sighed heavily, regretting that his arms were too little to wipe his chops. Then he took down the umbrella and waited for the meteors.
$7.00 | 34 Pages | In Stock
November 20, 2011: Baptism by Michael J. Atwood
A new Fiction chapbook from Červená Barva Press
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Baptism by Michael J. Atwood
Červená Barva Press, 2011 -
Michael J. Atwood is the author of the short story collection, HiStory of Santa Monica (Aqueous Books 2010) and a columnist and editor for the website, FastertThanForty.com. His work has appeared in a number of literary magazines and online journals. He is a graduate of the University of Southern California's Master of Professional Writing program, where he focused on fiction and screenwriting. As an undergraduate, Atwood studied at Boston College, majoring in English and interning for The Boston Globe. He now resides in North Attleborough with his wife, Melanie, and children, William, Megan, and Kelsey and is an English teacher in the Boston area. He is currently working on his first novel. For more information see www.mjatwood.com and www.historyofsantamonica.com.
Forward
"Baptism" was a story written out of hunger. I had been working on a collection of short stories for around seven years and no one wanted to publish it. It was lacking that final story, the single that every band needs to make their album a success. In fact, the only success I had realized as a writer was a story published by Gloria Mindock on her online journal called Istanbul Literary Review. The story was entitled "Ancient Hibernians." It the story of a young comedian's return from Santa Monica, California back to Boston to attend his favorite Irish uncle's funeral. With the recent capture of Whitey Bulger in that very same seaside city where I drafted "Ancient Hibernians," a Boston-Irish mob tale, "The Shebeen," and "Baptism," the fact that I wrote it and other tales about crime, addiction, and death seems quite eerie. As we all found out recently, Whitey Bulger lived anonymously just eight blocks away from me during the years 2002-2005 (we both had highly sought after "rent-control" apartments). For all I know, the leader of the Winter Hill Gang smiled walked past me as I pushed my son, William in his carriage on the 3rd Street Promenade."Baptism" is a story of an addict healing, being born again, and returning to his roots, his family. It is about a sacred Catholic ritual that few choose to take part in. Gabriel Bradley is a hesitant godfather in this story but he's also the baptized as he meets a new love and is anointed by the cold New England rain as he stares out to the Charles River thinking about his failure in sunny California. In the end, Gabriel has found himself again and realigns his values that have been corrupted by Hollywood and his semi-success there.
$7.00 | 31 Pages | In Stock
—Michael J. Atwood
June 2011
October 23, 2011: New from Červená Barva Press
The Hallelujah of Listening by Preston H. Hood
CD Version available also!
The Hallelujah of Listening by Preston H. Hood
Červená Barva Press, 2011-
The Cover Art is a photo of G. Buddy Swenson’s Elusive Liberty (August, 2001) Paint on Wood Panel (48”X”36”)
Preston Hood was born in Fall River, Massachusetts and grew up in Swansea, Mass. He served in Vietnam with SEAL TEAM 2 (1970), and was a graduate of the University of Massachusetts, Boston, Bachelor of Arts in English, Magna cum laude, the University of Southern Maine, Bachelor of Science, and the University of Maine, Orono, Master of Education. For fifteen years, he was a member of Veteran’s for Peace. He published a poetry CD, Snake Medicine (2002), which was recorded by Berred Ouellette, and produced by Master Mind Audio. Summer Home Press published his first book of poetry, A Chill I Understand (2006). The Hallelujah of Listening is his first Chapbook (2011).
A CD of Preston H. Hood reading his poems is also available for $7.00. It was recorded by Berred Ouellette and produced by Disc Makers. The cover art of the CD face is a photo of G. Buddy Swenson’s Elusive Liberty (August, 2001) Paint on Wood Panel (48”x 36”).
After attending The William Joiner Center for the Study of War and Social Consequences for 9 years, he edited with Jacqueline Loring and Gary Rafferty the Summer Home Review I (2002), and II (2005).
Through the Cape Cod Writer’s Center, he was interviewed with John McHugh, Secretary of the Henrich Böll Association, County Mayo, Ireland for Books of the World Television Program in Harwich MA (2006).
With Jacqueline Loring, he co-presented an overview of the Sixties Beat Poetry for The Wrinkle in Time: San Francisco Summer of Love (1967) Conference at Osher Life Long Learning Institute at University of Southern Maine. At the same workshop, he served on a panel discussion of both Civil Rights Issues and Why We Were in Vietnam (2009).
His poetry has been published in national and international journals and anthologies. He is a retired teacher and administrator currently writing his memoir. He spends his other time bicycling, kayaking, and hiking with his spouse Barbara J. Noone. He lives in Lyman, Maine.
The Hallelujah of Listening
From Dooniver we’re lured
by angels in the sun-dappled wind. They dance
with shadows, their radiant hair,
a seascape of waves & salt sundog air.Some of us walk through Achill’s mist
anointed by the whispering surf. Or charge into a valley
of an image, rave about the lowered moon
behind Slievemore’s cloud-covered top.Like first-light finches, I dart
into the thicket, feel the cool
morning silence. I climb with pilgrims
under a salmon-coral sky, voices chant invocations.The red-bellied fuchsias lift & sway
on this steep path, bloodstones of penance. Even sheep
turn to listen. I wish I knew if Croagh Patrick could be mindful
of them, & us, rapt in our chorus of hallelujahs.
With this stunning collection, THE HALLELUJAH OF LISTENING, Preston Hood will take his place among the greatest of the poet-warriors and poet veterans of our times. Hood’s poems bear witness to how the human spirit survives that which would kill it. One speaker stitches up the opening in the sky “before the dead crawl out” (“Opening in the Sky”). Another, painting naked in the yard among the blue jays and bees, draws “a door in the sky to enter,” hoping to “find what’s lost” (“first born”). I’m awed by the poetic joining of courage and beauty in these fierce and precise poems.
—Cynthia Hogue, Professor, Maxine and Jonathan Marshall Chair in Modern and Contemporary Poetry at Arizona State University, Tempe; Or Consequence (2010).I love Preston Hood’s new poems, and I cherish the spots of time he has been able to hold still in these poems just long enough to change your life. (From the Forward)
—Bruce WeiglWith Preston Hood’s The Hallelujah of Listening, I see a newfound confidence in the expression of his art. His beautiful images are often intimate and passionate, illusive and questioning, then shocking, real and haunting. As with other veteran poets, even when Preston’s poem is not about war, it forces you to think about warring, keeps you out of your comfort zone. In this new book, Preston asks us to “enter the mist, sit down in the fire of thought” to “let go of sorrow, let sorrow go” and promises, “the spirit lives to a renewal.” The journey is worth taking.
—Jacqueline M. Loring, Poet, Playwright, and Editor, Summer Home Review Anthologies, Volumes I and IIThe poetry of Preston Hood’s The Hallelujah of Listening is indeed a “climb from the struggle into the marvelous” as he says in his poem, “Our Singing.” His new book reads almost like the scripture of Psalms such is its beauty and transcendence. Indeed, “a tongue of the sky” slipped into his mouth and our soul is awakened to the realms in which only poetry has a voice.
$7.00 | ISBN: 978-0-9831041-7-9 | 56 Pages | In Stock
—Lamont B Steptoe, Publisher/founder of Whirlwind Press, Winner of the American Book Award (2005)
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Gloria Mindock's new book from U Šoku Štampa Press
Nothing Divine Here by Gloria Mindock
U ŠOKU ŠTAMPA PRESS, 2010-
Gloria Mindock is the author of the forthcoming book, La Porile Raiului (Ars Longa Press, 2010, Romania) and Blood Soaked Dresses (Ibbetson Street Press, 2007). She is editor of Cervena Barva Press and the Istanbul Literature Review, an online journal based in Istanbul, Turkey. She has had numerous publications including Poet Lore, River Styx, Phoebe, Blackbox, Poesia, Bogg, Ibbetson, WHLR, UNU: Revista de Cultura, Citadela, Aurora, and Arabesques. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, St. Botolph Award, and was awarded a fellowship from the Massachusetts Cultural Council distributed by the Somerville Arts Council.
From the Preface
Passionate and rebellious, Gloria Mindock’s poetry jumps forcefully from the page, grabs the reader by the collar of his coat and holds and hangs on to his/her attention.
In unison with the poet’s heart, the nature of things is in big turmoil here, forever searching for the elusive Divine Harmony, the only force capable of rearranging the world into one of love and understanding.
In a perpetual state of sadness and grief, these poems descend to the very core of the raw discourse of the soul, devoid of artifice and pose. The stark simplicity of their statement disarms us and leaves us vulnerable in front of the bitter reality of life.
—Flavia Cosma, author of seventeen books of poetry, a novel, a travel memoir, and four books for childrenThe stunning thing about Mindock’s work is its overwhelming sense of the real world in real time. It’s “poetic” in its own way, well-crafted, agile, nicely balanced, but in terms of content, you move into Mindock’s world and you’re suddenly in a basic, essential reality that hardly anyone in the poetry world touches: “I see your skull veiled by a cloud/Eyelids sunk/Hands pressed on knees/Heart gone/A sight of secrets//I think living is brave/Death is a release/The dog knows -- heaven is nothing but a frill.” (“Dog Dance,” p.41). An interesting mixture of existential toughness crowned by an ultimate sense of final nothingness.
It’s interesting how Mindock’s world-view combines a dispairing sense of expanding out into the horrific Now with a vision of everything eventually dissolving into nothingness: “Living on this earth is/one big nightmare.,/This landscape frightens me./Too much death./Think about it.//I refuse to fall short of detail so/ here it is: Death of emotion/Death of love/Death of skin...//I’m going away to where I really belong./To me, this is uplifting.” (“Aftermath,” p.63).
Very few style-games here. This is poetry as a minimalist Declaration of Finality. And the very fact that Mindock doesn’t play style-games makes her vision a thousand times more effective/powerful than the word-game players who turn poetry into a kind of syntactical basketball.
—Hugh FoxIn Nothing Divine Here, Mindock invokes a resurrection, the power of love to spring eternal from the hurt we all know. She looks at the personal and the political, that haunting polarity, and weaves a gentle but brave hopefulness between them.
—Afaa Michael Weaver, Simmons CollegeGloria Mindock is a fearless poet. She gets right in the face, in the very nostril of death. She confronts her past lovers, her dreams, dashed or otherwise, not with cool detachment, but with a visceral lyrical and emotional engagement. She has made her pain into high art, into the high holy. Mindock, is a force to be reckoned with, so watch your back!
—Doug Holder, Arts Editor The Somerville News, Founder Ibbetson Street Press
Review by Michael Parker at Unlikely Stories: http://www.unlikelystories.org/blog/
$15.00 | ISBN: 978-0-578-04760-7 | 87 Pages | In Stock
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