Our fearless leader, David Dodd Lee, has a new book of Ashbery erasure poems out now! And Others, Vaguer Presences published by BlazeVOX can be previewed and purchased here.
Well, we are a day behind making this announcement, but what can we say, the competition this year was fierce. Thank you to everyone that submitted to our competition this year, without you, this press, specifically, this competition would not be possible. Our decision was anything but easy, but we are pleased to announce thatContinue reading “Announcing the Winner and Runners-Up of the (2016) 42 Miles Press Poetry Award”
G’afternoon’, South Bend & beyond! It’s 4:13 PM on the eighth day of October. Here are two poems and a photograph of a bass guitar… GHOST By Leila Chatti I like how easily I see through you. There, the slumbering bulb of your heart between the dead-branch- thicket of your ribs. Your fingers spindles ofContinue reading “TWO POEMS TO READ AT 4:13 PM”
G’mornin’. It’s 6:53 AM on the first day of autumn. Here are three poems and a picture of a dog… (Photo by: Madison Blue) A MAN ON THE SUBWAY By Anele Rubin A man on the subway is wearing a t-shirt with New York City Mental Institute stenciled on the front. For a moment IContinue reading “THREE POEMS TO READ AT 6:53 AM”
We are very excited to announce that Tracey Knapp, of San Francisco, California, has won the 42 Miles Press Poetry Award for her manuscript, Mouth. The award includes a $1,000 prize in addition to the publication of her book by 42 Miles Press in September 2015. Tracey will give a reading at Indiana University SouthContinue reading “Announcing the Winner and Finalists of the 2014 42 Miles Press Poetry Award”
THREE POEMS BY ZACHARY SCHOMBURG THIS IS NOT FOG THIS IS COBWEBS This is not fog this is cobwebs. All I have is cobwebs. I will make a dress for you after plucking with my fingers from the fragile silk a spider a spider a spider O Evelyn, look our ribs are zippers. Continue reading “Poems of the Week – Zachary Schomburg”
THREE POEMS BY RAYMOND CARVER Woman Bathing Naches River. Just below the falls. Twenty miles from any town. A day of dense sunlight heavy with odors of love. How long have we? Already your body, sharpness of Picasso, is drying in this highland air. I towel down your back, your hips, with my undershirt.Continue reading “Poems of the Week – Raymond Carver”
FOUR POEMS BY GRAHAM FOUST 1984 Look at the sky, go back inside. Cocaine makes its way to Wisconsin. The TV’s thick with burial, hilarious with seed, and while the moon, my mind, and the real world stay home, I will walk walk walk unkilled around a new year’s clumsy gallows. Anything’s impossible. I’mContinue reading “Poems of the Week – Graham Foust”
THREE POEMS BY GREG RAPPLEYE At the Museum of Whiskey History I find my dead, sneaking shots of Old Crow on the line at Kelsey-Hayes– bootleggers, priests, procession swellers. Here’s Uncle Ted saying, Cheers to you all, after beating a black man senseless behind a blind pig. And there’s Aunt Rose, fresh from theContinue reading “Poems of the Week – Greg Rappleye”
Allan Peterson’s poem “Literacy” is featured today on Booth Journal from Butler University.