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Big News: Chapbooks by B.C. Edwards & Paige Lipari
We have fantastic news! Following hot on the heels of our announcement that Patrick Moran won the Editors Prize for the Book of Lost Things, we are pleased to announce that Augury Books will be publishing two chapbooks this Winter/Spring. Take a moment to meet our attractive new authors B.C. Edwards and Paige Lipari.
B.C. Edwards lives in Brooklyn. He is the recipient of the 2011 Hudson Prize put out by Black Lawrence Press which will be publishing his collection of short fiction, “The Aversive Clause” in 2012 and his collection of poetry “From the Standard Cyclopedia of Recipes” in 2013. He is a regular contributor to BOMBlog and his work can be found in Red Line Blues, The Sink Review, Mathematics Magazine, Hobart and others. His short story “Illfit” is being adapted into a piece by the Royal Ballet of Flanders. He is also a Literary Death Match Champion and has the medal to prove it.
Paige Lipari is a poet, music maker, cartoonist, and cook. She lives and works in Brooklyn, and was previously an editor at A Public Space.
Poem by Finalist Mark McKain
Chameleon
puffs its red throat-fan—
a warning stolen from the burning cane-fields.
My love and I pose
beside a wall of wrought iron and hibiscus.
I hold a ball of string. A wild dog sniffs the gutter.
Kite made of palm ribs hangs on thorns of a lime tree.
A hurricane of scents—sweaty skin,
spitted pig, bleeding fish—bathes the island.
We suck on oranges. Juice runs down chin
and stings the corners of mouth, sea-rain
and seared flesh streaming through hair.
A maroon centipede undulates.
Sugarcane ash falls on skin.
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Mark McKain’s poetry has appeared in many literary journals including The New Republic, Agni, Subtropics, The Journal, Cimarron Review, and elsewhere. He is the author of the chapbook Ranging the Moon and teaches screenwriting at Full Sail University in Orlando, Florida.
A Poem by Finalist Carrie Meadows
We might welcome these storms
were they not so like glass
broken, lingering in slivers
lodged in laundry, in the dishes, bits
tacked like proclamations
to the soles of shoes. Wads of insulation
dry in grass, and the elderly
brace their necks to look up, just
to not look down on this day-after
when shingles glide in
on blue skies, when children
drag their bicycles and rollerblades
into the streets and take deep
breaths between screams: Come
out and play. The light won’t last
beyond the sun’s setting. This day
won’t last beyond the sirens
and warning beeps of trucks
moving in reverse, only reverse
as they zigzag routes of fallen trees
to some destination out of the reaches
of their lifts, their ladders, some place
familiar and stinging like a splinter
felt but never seen.
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Carrie Meadows’ poetry has appeared in North American Review, Prairie Schooner, Mid-American Review, and other publications. She lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee with her husband and two children.
A Poem by Finalist Rachel Moritz
Pilot
Someone who tunnels down and away was other
My mother said, you’re going where I can’t be with you
As a glass idol fills its own presence with lack
The stairs down into each self—how one door
opened where the man was let in
Public as flame, the self with no interior
One hadn’t hearing for doubt in that place seen as clear
With him on the street, my spine was agent a world
extended into, sweeping a path
Sometimes coming back in dreams, that other kind of transparency
How our safety felt unreasonable, like I was doing something wrong
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Rachel Moritz is the author of two chapbooks, The Winchester Monologues (2005) and Night-Sea (2008), both from New Michigan Press. Her poetry has been published in Colorado Review, Denver Quarterly, Free Verse, HOW2, typo, 26, and other journals. She co-edits poetry for Konundrum Engine Literary Review, and also publishes a poetry chaplet and broadside series, WinteRed Press. Moritz lives and works in Minneapolis.
Patrick Moran is the Winner of the 2011 Editors' Prize in Poetry
Thank you so much to everyone who submitted. We were completely overwhelmed by fantastic manuscripts.
Congratulations to Patrick Moran for winning the prize for The Book of Lost Things!
Patrick Moran’s poems, essays, and translations have appeared in a variety of publications including Crazyhorse, The New Republic, The Iowa Review and The Writer’s Chronicle. He is the author of two other collections of poetry, Tell a Pitiful Story and Doppelgangster. Currently, he’s an associate professor of creative writing at the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater. He lives in Fort Atkinson, WI, with his wife, the painter Bethann Moran, and their three children.
Finalists are listed below. Check back during the next few week for poems from Moran and our finalists.
–Borrowed Wave by Rachel Moritz
–Vitreous Hide by Michael Edgerton
–Doubter Come Home from a Drowning of Vision by Carrie Meadows
–The Silhouettes by Lily Ladewig
–After Hurricane by Mark McKain
–ROBINSON ALONE PROVIDES THE IMAGE by Kathleen Rooney
–Blight, Blight, Blight, Ray of Hope by Frank Montesonti
–Rancho Nostalgia by James Cihlar
–Mirror Inside A Coffin by Maureen Alsop
–Paradise for the Rest of Us by Gary Hawkins
–No Tee Vee by Andrew Terhune
A new poem by John Deming
Half-Size Dishwasher Routine Voice
“Like all routines, however mindless, this
is one I backed into. But it’s–
don’t fear: don’t wake up half-drunk,
hating yourself: you’re tremendous,
one of the best–and it’s
you there, only you attempting
hard memory at what muscle memory.
Remember things, not emotions.
There are reasons to stay one place a long time.”
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John Deming’s new chapbook 8 Poems was just published by Eye For an Iris Press, and his four-song Tugboat EP, which features members of P-Funk, was released this summer by BozFonk Music. Other poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Boston Review, FENCE, Verse Daily, Tarpaulin Sky, POOL and elsewhere. He is Editor-in-Chief of Coldfront Magazine, lives in New York City, and teaches at Baruch College and LIM College.
Still Reading
We are still happily reading the many excellent manuscripts submitted for our inaugural Editors’ Prize book contest in May. We will notify the winner personally and announce results here on this page by early fall.
A poem by Oni Buchanan
The Occupation
You see, it really is a lot of work
because there is a lot of mud, you see,
especially when it rains so much
like it has and makes mud
upon mud, mud all the way
down, and then it really becomes
quite the occupation to
move all that mud
from one side to the other,
to push all that mud back and forth, to sort
one mud from another mud.
I was an industrious pig.
In my pen I pushed a ball of mud
from one end to the other—
There is so much mud to distribute
and so much works against my
perfect placement of mud,
against all my efforts. It rains and
my piles of mud are destroyed, are rendered
sloppy, festering pools
where loathsome mosquitoes breed. At least
I can wallow, but to make progress,
to make any progress at all,
one needs a certain
substance to the mud, a certain texture, a
structural integrity
to the mud to build on it,
to build mud upon mud—
I suppose I am all design, all strategy and design.
All lofty, ephemeral dreaming,
enchantment and charm, unlikeliness—
The sun as a kiln could work for me
if the sun worked at all.
There is no moderation on this earth.
Or maybe that’s just it.
Maybe there is only moderation.
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Oni Buchanan is the author of Spring, selected by Mark Doty for the 2007 National Poetry Series, and published by the University of Illinois Press in September 2008. Her first poetry book, What Animal, was published in 2003 by the University of Georgia Press. She is also a concert pianist, has released three solo piano CDs, and actively performs across the U.S. and abroad. She lives in Boston with her husband, the poet Jon Woodward.
From the Archive with Ray DeJesús
From the Archives of the Dancer-cum-Singer-cum-Actress Recreation Project in Progress
as is an undone bow-tie dipped in a well of M.L. Ciccone’s
antiseptic pomade for brunettes
gone blonde genteel.
From the Archives of the Great Potamkin
Blowout
The stretched pleather gloves reach to the Peconic of yr
lap like Cadillac
hubcaps
*
Kindly that she endures
an uproarious Cantiflas
laugh
From the Archives of the Case of the State of Florida vs. State of Florida
an argyle
v-neck
of
geese
why does the hunter follow with
delta airline
units
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Ray DeJesús was born, raised, and still resides inBrooklyn,NY. A first generation Nuyorican, Ray is a graduate of The New School (MFA, Poetry, May 2010), and he currently teaches writing atSt.FrancisCollege. He has had the privilege of reading at the following: 169 Bar, Rose Live Music for the Earshot Reading Series, The New School Faculty/Student reading (May 2010), Cornelia Street Café, and Flying Object inHadley,Massachusettswith the fine folk at Maggy Poetry Magazine. His poetry has been published in The Best American Poetry’s Blog, Maggy Poetry Magazine (Issue 2), and Literary Chaos. Poems in G(o)BBet magazine (UK), Gondola Journal, Peaches and Bats Journal, and an essay on Hüsker Dü in Jackie Clark’s Song of the Week are forthcoming. Ray was also guest blogger for Best American Poetry, June 22-28. He can usually be found shielding his ears from the awful, shrill sound of church bells on a daily basis in his neighborhood of Bay Ridge,Brooklyn. Ray is currently working on a collaboration: A chapbook long project with poet Christine Kanownik. In addition, he, along with Jeff T. Johnson and Claire Donato, produce Vampiros Documentos Presents, a video online journal. His current mantra: Sometimes things is just things.