“Last Word” by Allan Peterson from Precarious.
Precarious is currently available for purchase at Amazon and SPD.
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Forthcoming Chapbook by Allan Peterson
8 Oct
The 42 Miles Press family was excited to learn that one of our favorite poets and human-beings, Allan Peterson (author of Precarious), has a new chapbook available for preorder from Tupelo Press. It’s been a pretty great year for poetry.
Tracey Knapp’s MOUTH — Available on SPD and Amazon
25 Aug
(poem from p. 77 of Tracey Knapp’s MOUTH, 42 Miles Press, 2015)
Tracey Knapp’s MOUTH is now available at AMAZON and SPD.
Click here for a sneak peek of the first couple of pages.
If you are in the California area, Tracey will be celebrating the release of her first book, MOUTH, Wednesday, September 9 at 7:00pm @ Bazaar Cafe. Tracey will read with two other local poet friends, Matthew Siegel and Xan Roberti. For more details please visit Bazaar Cafe or the official Facebook event page. (May need to be signed in to view.)
Other 42 Miles Press titles such as Allan Peterson’s PRECARIOUS, Betsy Andrews’ THE BOTTOM, and Carrie Oeding’s OUR LIST OF SOLUTIONS can be found here thanks to the great people at SPD.
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Brilliant review of Allan Peterson’s PRECARIOUS by Kent Shaw (THE RUMPUS)
13 Mar
AN EXCERPT:
“Oh, Allan Peterson. I thought I knew thee. I thought, To read an Allan Peterson poem is to expect the precarious, the poised, the anticipatory, the appointed. An aesthetics of the delicate edge. Imagine a soft rolling ball, the movement of one image tumbling so easily into the next, or an image that could shift its weight slightly, but enough that any reader, even the trained poetry reader, would wince, because it feels like the poem might possibly slip, as though Peterson is going to let the poem fall off this delicate, so comfortably soft ball. It won’t. It doesn’t. The miracle of Fragile Acts and All the Lavish in Common is how the poems keep their reader situated, balanced, between, OK, cared for. How? It’s Peterson. Oh, Allan Peterson! That’s all it takes. His is the bounty of Imaginative Intelligence. How was it poetry trusted him with this brand of intelligence? Every piece of an Allan Peterson poem feels like a machine of soft cogs with soft balls rolling among them, and all delicately snug against one another.”
