NYT Review of Joseph Massey’s Illocality

Stephen Burt of the New York Times reviewed Joseph Massey’s newest publication from Wave Books, Illocality. Burt writes:

A Massey poem is a revelation of place. The first lines resemble horizons, where “sky divides to frame / a version of / a world.” Like a photographer, he knows where the light comes from and where it goes: In “Route 31” he finds “Each strip-mall pennant blurred./ So much ­metal / shoving sun / the sun shoves back.” As in landscape photography, much has happened and much could happen, but we don’t watch as it happens. Nor do we meet people.

Part of Illocality, titled “Thaw Compass”, was published as a chapbook by PressBoardPress in 2013. Since the chapbook quickly sold out, the only way to read “Thaw Compass” is to pick up a copy of Joseph’s newest book!

New Chapbooks Available

PressBoardPress is proud to announce the release of FIVE new chapbooks from Kate Colby, Nava Fader, Jessica Scicchitano, Grady Chambers, and Patrick Riedy with linocuts by Tom Rooney.

Available over in our catalog, these chapbooks account for a years worth of work. Head on over and buy one (along with work from years past) and I’ll be sure to ship it out as soon as possible.

Cheers and thank you for continued support,


PressBoardPress Volume 2

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)

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All the best,

Patrick Riedy

REUS for sale!

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.


$10/domestic orders:

$15/international orders:

Thank You

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!

Now reading submissions for PressBoardPress Vol. 2!

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

Please read the following:

Please give us four weeks to respond after the reading period closes. If you do not receive a response in that time, please e-mail us at pressboardpress@gmail.com.

If you submit to our e-mail, your submission will be immediately rejected. Please use Submittable™ to submit your work. The link is provided at the bottom of this page.

Do not submit multiple submissions. Send it in one file. If you plan to send both fiction and poetry, please submit in the respective options.

When sending in your submission, provide a small biography (70 words max.) about yourself in the third person. Please do not list all of the places you’ve been published in. Just select three or four places that you’re proud to be published in. We do NOT want your CV of publications.

*Do note that if you do agree to publish with PressBoardPress, we acquire one-time rights. Copyright reverts back to the author after the publication of their work.

*Please do not submit previously published works.

Submit to us here at: [submittable].

When You’re Not Dreaming and Chronicles for sale!

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.

Four Poems by Sarah Marchant

Autumn ’11

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
keep you
a stray instance
uncovered, eclipsing the sky
edges crumple

sugar spell,
you will not hold me
I have grown
I can see your tricks
the tone that
beckons, a
as safe light(a shelter)
but I will not be tangled
in orange strings
t-t-tension pulled

my dear
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?”
“free 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
you child.

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