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. . . chapbooks coming to the website soon
. . . Chambers
. . . Colby
. . . Fader
. . . Riedy w/ Rooney
. . . Scicchitano
PressBoardPress will be at the 2015 Buffalo Small Press Book Fair on Saturday, April 18th. We will have some new chapbooks for the fair that will be available online later that month with more news about them to come soon!
It is with great pleasure and many sincere thank you’s for the patience that we here at PressBoardPress announce the release of PressBoardPress Volume 2!
Volume 2 features new poetry, fiction, and visual art from David Hadbawnik, Uzodinma Okehi, Joel Wood, Madison Clark, Kenyatta Jean-Paul Garcia, Changming Yuan, Ira Joel Haber, Moneta Goldsmith, Jane Rice, Andrew Lundwall, Joyeeta Day, Jamie Robles, Christopher Sgroi, Ricky Garni, Brian Warfield, Charlie Rasp, Ruth Á. Sacre, Nolan Allan, Neil Ellman, Rachelle Toarmino, Michael Collins, and Jeremy Bailus.
Please feel free to share and comment but most of all enjoy! (Click the image below to read the journal on Issuu.com)
All the best,
NOW FOR SALE! Tyler Cain Lacy‘s REUS:
Tyler Cain Lacy is a New Mexican living in Chicago. More of his work can be found in Sprung Formal, Columbia Poetry Review, Caliban, Otoliths, and elimae, among others. REUS is his first chapbook, and is hand sewn with a letter pressed cover, printed in an edition of 100.
Thank you to all who have submitted for PressBoardPress Vol. 2. We are excited to dive into your work and look forward to putting out what is sure to be an excellent magazine. Check back in January when we ring in the new year with some new work!
PressBoardPress is committed to printing both established and emerging poets, writers, artists, and any combination of the above. Wonder what work we are looking for? Take a look at PressBoardPress Vol. 1 or search through any of the weekly submissions.
Reading period for PressBoardPress Vol. 2 will run from August 28, 2013 – November 28, 2013
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PressBoardPress is proud to announce the release of the last two summer chapbooks!
When You’re Not Dreaming by Kayla Rizzo is now available here:
Chronicles by Janet Kaplan in now available here:
Both books are $10 for domestic orders (shipping is included), and $15 for international orders.
Both covers are letter pressed and hand sewn, When You’re Not Dreaming is an edition of 50, Chronicles is an edition of 100.
This is the October of grasshoppers and cricket-cousins
robin’s egg scarves trailing the ground
gathering dirt from sport shoes, homecoming high heels.
This is the October of tea stains on the countertop
cucumber seeds ground into the carpet off a sandwich that we shared,
left to cool for too long.
This is the October of dirty laundry, dirty mugs,
expired coupon deals with coffee rings branded on,
sheets of stamps and piles of letters
comic clippings and tea sachets
Cheyenne’s purple blouse
and dollops of fresh air too small to swallow.
autumn still weighs on me
and the leaves still fall
stuttering in my path
borrowing the dark to
a stray instance
uncovered, eclipsing the sky
you will not hold me
I have grown
I can see your tricks
the tone that
as safe light(a shelter)
but I will not be tangled
in orange strings
my loved one
there is no atmosphere
I suck out your voice
kill the temptation
and suffocate the memories
hiccups rack my body like it’s
coming apart at the seams and
claire sits sipping something,
maybe coffee, in her black and
yellow dress; shamar takes four
creams in his, while i prefer
milk, two sugars, and threads of
hazelnut. rain-speck details like
lee’s impending court case, valerie
prepping for her senior art show,
anxiously painting while watching
her korean dramas. sure there
are eight or nine planets in our
solar system but ellen loves
robin hood and pirates, baseball
boys and sweet tea by the jug.
gigi wishes josiah was still in
choir, and i wish the tornado would
tear through and sweep me up
in a fit of fresh flower petals.
Edge of headache, brimming.
Fluff of blue princess costume
flowing from aisle to scuffed aisle
trapped. Hundred tiny candles
blink multi-colored eyes
praying – “leave soon?”
Gnawing around the tongue
ever-so-eager to agree with
aching, angry, intolerable skulls.
Not the one the boy carried, mind
just one throwing canvases
with no paint and no time for children
Profile: Sarah Marchant
push off of me
let’s watch the pusher trilogy at kevins’
we don’t have to watch the entire thing
it isn’t a marathon
I played a part in the planning and I didn’t want to make anyone feel obligated by planning that way
So you can leave whenever you want
Nobody will say/think anything of it
somebody shot me a sinister look before applying chapstick to their face
moments before this
I’m thinking about taking my cousin to the driving range
He had a reception after his graduation last Sunday and I didn’t go
I think I was working
I’m working now
Profile: Jesse Prado
Gerald introduced the movie. He was Navajo. The spring breakers waited for Gerald to finish his shift. They waited outside and smoked 12 Marlboro lights under the awning of an Indian smoke shop. There was a big rubber Indian outside the indian smoke shop.
When Gerald exited the imax movie house one of the spring breakers put her hand over his eyes. The other put her hand over his mouth. Then they giggled. They said: wanna be happy and have fun. They asked Gerald to buy them some Bud Light from the nearby gas station. Gerald said: sure. He went into the shop and bought a case of Bud Light. Then they went to the playground and drank them and smoked Marlboro Lights while swinging on the swings. They swung as high as they could and jumped off the swings into the dirt. They had a contest to see who could jump the furthest. It was a tie. They kept landing in the same spot.
– Do ya’all wanna head up the canyon and sleep under the stars? (said one of the spring breakers)
– Whatdoya say? You got a sleeping bag? (said the other looking at Gerald)
Gerald nodded. Said he could pick them up in his Ford Tempo. His Ford Tempo was a hunk of a car.
– Be back soon. (said Gerald)
When Gerald pulled up in his hunky Ford Tempo the spring breakers began singing their theme song. The theme song was: spring break spring break forever. They sung it really softly. It was a lullaby pop song.
On the way up the canyon one of the spring breakers said: watch this. She undid her seat belt and wrapped it around Gerald’s neck. The other stopped the car by taking over the steering wheel and pushing slowly on the brake pedal. The car didn’t stop slowly. It went off the side of the road in a pile of dust. It didn’t roll down the canyon. It didn’t flip over. There wasn’t an explosion. No one got hurt.
– Would you like a Bud Light? (asked one of the Spring Breakers)
Gerald looked at the spring breaker with the longest hair. She had brown hair and did a guffaw when she laughed. He liked her spacey grin. But he especially liked her peachy lips.
– Sure. (he said)
The spring breakers and Gerald drank Bud Lights on the side of the road looking down into the gaping mouth of the canyon. They went to the trunk and pulled out their sleeping bags. They saw a sign for a trial. They walked along the dirt trial humming Hit Me Baby One More Time.
– So tell us story. (said the spring breaker with the longest hair)
– Yeah. (said Gerald). I am not really into that.
– Oh come on (said the other spring breaker with short short hair and sun kissed lips). You must have some good stories from around her.
Gerald continued to refuse the spring breakers a story. He pulled out a toy pistol and pretend fired into the dirt.
– I am firing into the skirts of my ancestors. (he said)
The spring breakers nodded. They pulled out their i-phones. They looked up dirt. The spring breaker with sun kissed lips read dirt to Gerald:
As cities developed, arrangements were made for the disposal of dirt. The Public Health Act 1875 required households to place their refuse into a container which could be moved so that its contents could be carted away. This was the first legal creation of the dustbin.
Gerald and the spring breakers sat in the dirt for a while and ate an apple. When the long haired spring breaker finished half of her apple she held it to her eye. She held up the half eaten apple to her eye and looked at the short haired spring breaker.
– You’re the apple of my eye. (she said in a sultry voice)
The short haired spring breaker pulled out a pistol. It was a real pistol. She stuck it in her mouth. Then she stuck it in Gerald’s mouth. Gerald sucked the barrel. He sucked the barrel back and forth. Then they laid down in the dirt for a group hug.
Spare Ass Annie was the name of the turtle. It was a warrior turtle. It wore turtle armor and battled giant centipedes. The centipedes were called William Butler Yeats. The centipedes lived in centipede city and the turtle lived in a big box. The big box also had the bones of youthful vigor.
The local priest was authorized to wear ceremonial garb. Once a month he held a festival of youthful vigor. He made everyone kiss the turtle in his box. Then they assumed the position. The position was filth and humiliation.
One day the centipedes caught on. They stopped invading the big box full of the bones of youthful vigor. They lined up their centipede bodies and ate the priest. They made new ceremonial garb. The ceremonial garb was made of meat coats.
Profile: Marcus Slease