Two new chapbooks for summer - Jason Labbe’s Blackwash Canal & Ellen Welcker’s The Urban Lightwing Professionals.

Check them out, along with our full list of portable document format chapbooks!

We’re going to be able to publish three of the manuscripts received during our recent open reading period.  Be on the look out for these in the next 12-14 months:

Evan Glasson.  VITAL PURSUITS.
Ben Kopel.  VICTORY.
Laurie Saurborn Young.  CARNAVORIA.

We were literally besieged with worthy manuscripts - BOOKS! - that deserve & need to be published. 

                   Adam Fell’s first book

I AM NOT A PIONEER

          is available to order NOW!

Erika Meitner says :: Adam Fell is a break-the-mold original, poet of the strip mall and the lakeshore, bard of Pabst and gas stations and gutted cigarette machines.  His brave and quirky poems hum and crackle off the page; they wrangle with the violence in contemporary American society without wavering.

Matt Hart says :: Adam Fell’s I Am Not a Pioneer whispers right up against you and riots in your ear, “Even killing machines have to lick their cubs clean./Even men have to be emptied of their stadiums.”  Heartfelt— and breaking—it’s the blueprint for what happens next and forever: bomb shelter, survival manual, a way to stay attached to the people you love.

H_NGM_N #12 is up!  Click to check it out -

poems & prose & some lovely &c., including two new chapbooks -

Cindy Savett’s BATTLE FOR THE METAL KISS & Linnea Ogden’s CLOUDS THAT MEAN SOMETHING.

Alexis Orgera’s first book

        HOW LIKE FOREIGN OBJECTS

is available to order NOW!

Dean Young says :: Alexis Orgera’s poems perpetually, vitally involve the reconceiving and reenacting of the means of intimacy even as they say again and again, I can no longer be myself.  These are love poems between strangers who may for a moment celebrate and endure recognition; their voice is arch, angelic and at odds with itself, mercurial in its metaphoric riches, captivating in improvisational zeal, beautiful, and impossible not to love.

Simone Muench says :: Like foreign objects, Orgera’s poems cannot be easily pinned down: they retort, morph, disarm and shimmy, arcing through us like searchlights, as they illumine both fissures in language and in bodies. From doppelgangers to occult investigators, animalia to marginalia, telegrams to psychic readings, her poems pulse with displacement and transfigurement. Focal points are the “Illuminator” and “Dress” series as these accentuate the book’s lightning storm quality, a disquieting dazzle. Although Orgera writes, “He buried his head between her legs/to make her sing. But there was no song/in her,” she leaves this reader flared with longing and music.