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$17.00 |
FACING THE MOON
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Idling Alone
Drinking wine.
night caught me unawares. Fallen flowers fill the folds of my gown. I stagger up and step on the moon in a stream. Birds Fly home, most everyone has gone. — Li Bai |
Thinking of my brother on a moonlit night
War drums sound,
no one dares to travel. Autumn comes with the cry of a lone wild goose. Tonight the dew glows white beneath the moon, but the brightest moon shines on the home of our youth. .... drums again and rebels on the loose. —Du Fu |
$14.00
60 pp.
25
legends of creation include the invention of writing, herbal
medicine, good government. With two pages on the evolution of
Chinese characters for Sun, Moon, fire, water, goat, horse,
and a page on the characters as recorded by Ernest
Fenollosa for “Understanding Family”.
The
illustrations have the power of traditional Chinese painting. Cassical
Chinese myths are adults and children, and reading aloud. —Small Press Review
$12.95
120 pp.
$29.95
368 pp.
2nd edition, January 2015.
Seamless, accurate translations distinguish this bilingual selection. . . includes "Liberté" which RAF pilots dropped over France during World War II. Includes the Surrealist Declaration of 1925 . . . and an essay on "committed poetry" . . . to capture this century's shattering changes. — Publishers' Weekly
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L’AMOUREUSE Elle est debout sur mes paupières Et ses cheveux sont dans les miens, Elle a la forme de mes mains, Elle a la couleur de mes yeux, Elle s’engloutit dans mon ombre Comme une pierre sur le ciel. Elle a toujours les yeux ouverts Et ne me laisse pas dormir. Ses rêves en pleine lumière Font s’évaporer les soleils, Me font rire, pleurer et rire, Parler sans avoir rien à dire |
THE LOVER She is standing on my eyelids Her hair mingles with mine She takes on the shape of my hands, She is the color of my eyes, She is absorbed by my shadow Like a stone against the sky. Her eyes are forever open Nor does she let me sleep. Her dreams in the light of day Make the suns evaporate, Make me laugh, cry, and laugh again, And babble on with nothing to say. |
$6.00
14 pp.minichapbook
For three decades Dunn was a
familiar figure on Portsmouth streets, a classic flaneur, who never
drove a car, got along fine without a telephone or TV for most of his
life. His daily stroll to the Athenaeum took him past and into many of
Portsmouth's local establishments, where he could be counted on to stop
and chat.
Yes, there is humor ... and poetry of high order. — Elizabeth
Knies, 2007
$12.95
88 pp.
Winner of first place from international Latin Book award in 2009.
Argentinian poet Elena, and her daughter Melina in Alaska, represent the antipodes of a mother-daughter relationship. Yet as they tranlate each other's poems, they resonate with the intimate interplay and harmonic counterpoint of a Bach two-part invention ... Born of loving collaboration. — Julia Older
El effecto Mariposa
volvado al viento cristalino tu primer beso recorrerá el planeta la brisa nocturna llegará del río cambiando el mundo con su rose |
The butterfly effect
tossed into the wind crystal-clear your first kiss will circle the planet the night breeze off the river will change the world with its touch — Elena Lafert |
$12.95
144 pp.
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Quiero
Quiero el cieloy la tierra, y el pájaro que vuela de árbol en árbol siempre en busca de ese poquito de felicidad que es el amor... Qué es el amor?
... Pienso siempre en el amor como esas olas que van y vienen Y siempre llegan a la costa De los que se quieren de verdad |
I want
I want the skyand the earth and the bird that flies from tree to tree always looking for that little bit of happiness which is love... What is love?
...I always think love is like the waves that ebb and flow and always come to the shore of the ones who truly love each other. |
$17.95
168 pp.
"And why aren't you writing? Write!" Hèléne Cixous implores in "The Laughter of Medusa." .... only if women "write their lives" will a new and rebellious text appear to change the world and history. It is rebellious message the reader encounters in Eva Claeson's selection of poems by ten contemporary Swedish women poets. — From the Introduction by Ia Dübois
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Där ska komma ett barn ett tiggarebarn Som naket, liggande på mage Paddlande färdas på en liten vagn Med ropet ohört ur sin mun Kölden i sanden i benen, fötterna Bröden som varma ännu levande Lyfts fram ur mig som vittnar Är den enda solidariteten det enda Som ska vara kvar Den gamle mannens dans med händerna Som fjärilar över sitt huvud | There will come a child a beggar child naked, lying on his stomach paddling a small cart. But the shout from his mouth is unheard The cold in the sand, bones, feet — loaves of Bread warm still alive come forth as I bear witness Is this solidarity the only one that will remain The old man’s dance with his hands like butterflies above his head |
$7.50
32 pp.
. . .with humor, fine drawings of plants and nature's creatures, a woodland watercolor for the cover.
— M. Milne, author of The Balance of Nature
$10.95
80 pp.
Published in 1997
ISBN 1-882291-55-7
In Crow Milk you will find the unloved, forgotten, unseen, returned to life . . . in the poet's clear vision: crows, abandoned children . . . Don't you see how it all shines? — Mekeel McBride, NH poet
At the Edges of Everything, the Children
unloved, unbaptized, unwanted, unfed
the mortal infants of infant mortality
have returned to this earth embodied as crows.
In limbo, these children learned what to live:
a petty thievery of the promised land.
Steal quietly, little children, the shadows
of crows, black comfort, smallest of vehicles,
beak and wing, raucous voice
return to hop around the churchyard lawn,
to further inhabit an indifferent world,
the unchosen wandering the sides of the road,
the shouted at and shot at, solitary in sin.
Left to the fields on the edges of everything,
but always there, crying,
eyes ever upward and wary,
small survivors, newly made in shadow.
$12.95
144 pp.
Reading these spare poems, enhanced by 10 ink-wash drawings, is like
watching a craftsman build a structure
of grasses, wind, cries of shore
birds, fox tails, that dandy, randy smell of salt . . . — Marie Harris, NH poet
The
128 poems are a sort of
calendar of birds. . .a poet of the grand moment when Surf scoters
dive like /
lawn darts descending or Plovers prance at the edge ...
like horses .... we redeem experience through his vision.
—Tar
River Poetry
$15.00
96 pp.
...whether to stormy Maine coasts, to the Paris of heritage, to the Argentina of the disappeared ... All his dispatches resound against the base: home, hearth and the family around us and before and after us ... — Betsy Sholl
His poems are heartfelt, unsentimental; tender and muscular ... political and deeply personal.
— Marie Harris
John Perrault has an eye for the way daily life can become luminous,
and an unerring ear for precise language, for the nuances that shift
such language into song.
— Betsy Sholl
$12.95
160 pp.
Robert J. Duffy must have listened, from a very early age, to readings from Homer, the Psalms of David, the Song of Songs, Spenser, Milton, Shakespeare. He is imprinted with our great language's flights and furies and it pours forth from him like a force of nature. Like John Donne, he asks his own questions, not used ones, and makes up and tries out his own answers, too. — Jean Pedrick
$12.95
160 pp.
A
naturalist and backpacker follows traces of those who came before,
through chaparral and desert to mountain peaks. There is irony in "The
Dow is down . . .The tao is down slightly. . . ." and "What the
chainsaws have made clear"
— Margery Milne
$16.00
220 pp.
[127] poets speak out... "Innocence does not die at
once" begins Tess Baumberger... Responding to those who said 9/11
marked the death of American innocence....The years are 1914, 1948, 1963,
2001;.. "There are no still waters...Cain murders Abel,/ and Abel
murders Cain" (Hugh Harter).... "I will not dance to your war drum / I
will not lend my soul nor my bones to your war drum....This heartbeat
is louder/ than death...." (Suheir Hammad).
— Linda Lerner, Small Press Review
$15.00
120 pp.
Something lies in wait here for everyone, which is the
true purpose of an anthology. . . . from the
Greek for a gathering of
flowers. But don't think hothouse alone, or roses or lilies. You will find
thistles within as well, and bindweed, even the rebarbative sting
of nettle, which is as it should be.
— Maxine Kumin
$6.00
Explore, Read Reviews, View all 21 covers, Read Poems, Order
$75 for complete set of 21 chapbooks in 4 volumes (originally $135)!
$15.00
119 pp.
A young German girl caught in the chaos at the end of World
War II ponders the adults' actions and words, as if they were ridles
making up her own answers. German Language.
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