tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591397174875083472024-03-14T05:52:01.387-04:00NightBallet PressNightBallet Press is an independent small press, interested in the musicality of language and the originality of expression in poetry, with a commitment to excellence.Dianne Borsenikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03228377373966856818noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359139717487508347.post-29255133594545478672022-06-06T14:12:00.005-04:002022-06-06T14:28:35.379-04:00HEARTBROKEN<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTnb-SckRg0RoZ4_4cmWquiTcGNHAXqpJvZ6g5CaHCm9QNiq5mV1D7o_RHpde0YxwRkNBP44HH6fk-W71wyWwvzihVwevg4gXBT2J8tuCuMUtQZ3f8Qms1qaSboGLRQ0FZ7k-P48T_pFilEjWYYrd3DP6ECApU6RAN8qCTLXO8Uj60hPecJRUFVpfrbw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="2160" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTnb-SckRg0RoZ4_4cmWquiTcGNHAXqpJvZ6g5CaHCm9QNiq5mV1D7o_RHpde0YxwRkNBP44HH6fk-W71wyWwvzihVwevg4gXBT2J8tuCuMUtQZ3f8Qms1qaSboGLRQ0FZ7k-P48T_pFilEjWYYrd3DP6ECApU6RAN8qCTLXO8Uj60hPecJRUFVpfrbw=w141-h200" width="141" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />There's no sugar-coating it: two years of pandemic living strangled NightBallet Press. I've put off writing this post as long as I can, but here's the truth of where we are now. <br /><br />As much as I passionately love the press, I simply cannot justify trying to keep going the way I did before 2020. Due to supply issues, rising costs, unforeseen circumstances, and medical concerns, I've been forced to downsize the press to include offering only the books I published before 2020.<br /><br />This means I won't be accepting any new manuscripts for publication. That part of the press is shut down. I'm truly sorry. I loved </span><span style="font-family: arial;">with all my heart<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial;">working with poets as an editor, designer, and publisher.<br /><br />The press is not totally moribund, however. <br /><br />I will continue fulfilling online orders for individual copies of existing NightBallet Press titles as long as I can do so. I had already produced many copies of books ahead of 2020, anticipating a busy year of conferences and literary festivals (2020 being my first full year of retirement from my day job), so I have quite a few books on hand and available to purchase. <br /><br />Also, if you are a poet who has already had a NBP book published, your title is not necessarily out of print. I will continue to make small press runs of your book as long as possible. It depends on the local family print company I use to make the covers. If they can print the covers, and I have the card stock and paper on hand, we're in business. Please contact me with any questions you might have.<br /><br /><i><b>Thank you </b></i>to all the stalwart supporters of NightBallet Press. You are appreciated more than you'll ever know. I am profoundly grateful for the opportunities I had to work with so many gifted poets. It was a privilege and pleasure to read your poetry manuscripts and to be entrusted with making books for you. <br /><br />We had ten years. It was a good run. <br /><br />Sending love to all of NightBallet Press' family and friends,</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Dianne</span></p>Dianne Borsenikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03228377373966856818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359139717487508347.post-66641732130464082042020-08-17T09:14:00.003-04:002020-08-17T09:20:35.873-04:00NOTE: NIGHTBALLET PRESS IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD DUE TO THE GLOBAL PANDEMIC. IF YOU WISH TO PURCHASE A SUBSCRIPTION, PLEASE KNOW THAT NBP IS NOT RELEASING NEW TITLES AT THIS TIME--UPON THE PURCHASE OF A SUBSCRIPTION, I WILL SEND YOU A LIST OF TITLES I HAVE IN STOCK AND YOU MAY CHOOSE 12 BOOKS FROM THE LIST. THAT'S RIGHT, <i><b>12 BOOKS</b></i> FROM THE LIST--WHAT A BARGAIN!(CURRENT SUBSCRIBERS MAY ELECT TO DO THE SAME--JUST LET ME KNOW.) Dianne Borsenikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03228377373966856818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359139717487508347.post-33904412194370397802020-03-23T12:20:00.000-04:002020-04-10T12:35:10.975-04:00On Hold<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">These are unsettling times. We here at the press were as blindsided by the rapidity of onset of the health crisis and the closing of businesses as were you all. Although I agree with the social distancing and self-isolating that we've been encouraged to follow, it has impacted NBP in ways I didn't foresee. <br /><br />Because of the way NBP approaches an art-book concept, we rely heavily on various small businesses to continue our work. At the core of the press is how we obtain our paper and card stock. As all non-essential businesses are now closed in Ohio, I cannot get the paper, nor the card stock, I need to make books. I also cannot have covers printed at our local print shop. NightBallet Press is on hold. <br /><br />Although I have some titles in stock, I will not be going out to the post office, so book orders are also on hold. This includes both individual titles to the public, and bulk orders from NBP poets who want more copies of their book. <br /><br />I wish to reassure my poets, my subscribers, my readers, my supporters, that NightBallet Press is very much alive and eager to get back to work. We can only hope that this crisis passes quickly and that our friends can get their businesses reopened so we can resume publication. I realize how disappointing this must be for many of you, and I want you to know I appreciate, from the bottom of my heart, your friendship, your patience, your understanding, and the trust you've put in me and NBP. <br /><br />May you stay healthy and safe during this time. I love you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><strong><em>Drop Jaw</em></strong> is a brilliant concept book of poems about ventriloquists and their dolls/dummies. After visiting the International Ventriloquist Vent Haven Convention in July, 2019, Rikki Santer pursued investigating the art of ventriloquism at the Vent Haven Museum. The Vent Haven Museum in Fort Mitchell, Kentucky, houses more than 900 dolls used by ventriloquists from the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries, and is the world's only museum dedicated to ventriloquism.<br />
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With references, sometimes overt and sometimes oh-so-subtle, to Charlie McCarthy, Se<span style="font-size: small;">ñor Wences, Darci Lynne Farmer, Lamb Chop, and Jeff Dunham's Achmed, the poems in this book sing with appreciation for the cultural touchstones of ventriloquism. Santer lays bare the search for identity between ventriloquist and doll, exploring both inner and outer dialogues.</span></span><br />
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Rikki Santer is that rarest of poets<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">—</span>someone more interested in the investigation of other lives than in meticulously documenting her own inner weather. She seems fascinated by the intimate minutiae of "ordinary history," from her previous book on the decades-long presence of the Kahiki Supper Club in Columbus, Ohio, a dismantled cultural landmark that now lives on in her poems, to this new study, <em>Drop Jaw</em>, where like some kind of surrealistic sociologist, she lets us wander through the inner history of the ventriloquist's world. As such, through this wild documentary tour<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">—<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms"; font-size: small;">part historical record, but more often a verbal play on where voices come from<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">—</span>she becomes the poet of mirrored second-hand through the transformation of her language, where who is speaking is as much a mystery as where all those many thrown voices were coming from. Do they arise from lips that appear not to be moving as all, or from the poet herself, imagining the twisted avenues inside these dreams-out-of-time<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: x-small;">—</span>as she puts it, a kind of "vaudeville language with wings"?<br />
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<strong>Terry Hermsen, author of <em>The River's Daughter</em> (Bottom Dog Press, 2008) and<em> A House for Last Year's Summer</em> (Bottom Dog Press, 2017)</strong></span></span><br />
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<em>Drop Jaw</em> pursues the kind of space only the traveling voice occupies. These lines dutifully collide as concrete and illusion, a surprising arrangement of precise details and sound. Santer's poems perform a trick within a trick: where craft is in complete control, each word plucked and places on a tight wire. Here, carefully constructed imagery and diction inhabit oddities and a precarious politic<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: x-small;">—</span>each rendering, an unknown and in between, like the dead air listening closely.<br />
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<strong>Dionne Custer Edwards, poet, educator, creator of Pages at the Wexner Center for the Arts</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><em>Drop Jaw</em></strong>, printed on creamy ivory paper, contains thirty-two pages with eighteen poems. It also features a full-color art piece within its pages, "Brainyo" by Dana St. Mary. "Brainyo" originally appeared in <em>Rattle</em>'s Ekphrastic Challenge, October, 2019. Permission was given by both the editor of <em>Rattle</em>, Timothy Green, and the artist, Dana St. Mary, to reproduce the image in <em>Drop Jaw</em>, for which we are grateful.<br /><br />Many thanks to Jeanette Powers, who graciously consented to my Photo Lab PRO manipulation of their photograph to use for the front cover of <em>Drop Jaw</em>. Is the figure the ventriloquist or the doll? Has the figure been turned into fragmented mirrors? Is the figure throwing something (throwing the voice)? The tattoo on the right arm says it all: Know Thyself. <br /><br /><br /><strong>About the author:</strong><br /><br />
Rikki Santer's poetry has appeared in numerous publications both nationally and abroad, including <em>Ms. Magazine</em>, <em>Poetry East</em>, Margi<em>e: The American Journal of Poetry</em>, <em>Crab Orchard Review</em>,<em> Grimm</em>, <em>Hotel Amerika</em>, and <em>Slipstream</em>. Her work has received many honors, including five Pushcart and three Ohioana Book Award nominations, as well as grants from the Greater Columbus Arts Council, and a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Humanities. She earned a M.A. degree in journalism from Kent State University and a M.F.A. degree in creative writing from The Ohio State University. She lives in Columbus, Ohio.</span></span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
To celebrate the release of <em><strong>Drop Jaw</strong></em>, Rikki has scheduled a book launch that will feature ventriloquist Bob Abdou, a.k.a. Mr. Puppet, at the Streetlight Guild, 1367 E. Main Street, Columbus, Ohio, on March 3, 2020, at 8 p.m. This promises to be an evening to remember!</span></span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><em><strong>Those Who Pray to Rice </strong></em>contains nineteen beautifully written poems about Puerto Rico and what it means to be Puerto Rican-American, expanding on themes of family, food, and the experiences of hurricanes, poverty, and survival. He deftly weaves Spanish words and phrases throughout his poetry, musically and naturally, to give the reader a true sense of his cultural identity. <br />
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Of <em><strong>Those Who Pray to Rice</strong></em>, Antonio Barrios, Executive Director at The Lorain Arts Council, has written, "What joy Mr. Valentin brings with the wonderful analogies <he> uses of the everyday simple pleasures of cultural identity through food...and he has added depth to the age-old story of Juan Bobo."<br />
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Beginning with the central theme of "13 Ways of Looking at Rice," Valentin continues to explore how rice is not just a staple but a way of life in poems like "Rant," "Interlude in My Mother's Mouth," and "The Power Went Out for Three Days." <br />
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THE POWER WENT OUT FOR THREE DAYS<br />
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and no one died.<br />
and the bodegas fed everyone.<br />
and we used the supplies for Y2K.<br />
and the drum fires sang us to sleep.<br />
and the fiends shared their childhood memories.<br />
and the sirens went silent.<br />
and the zombies kept watch.<br />
and litter didn't float in the sky.<br />
and no one had to sell their food stamps.<br />
and we all sipped on the goodnight juice,<br />
and we didn't have curfew.<br />
and all the stars appeared in the Bronx.<br />
Fifteen years ago, <br />
Grandma cooked all the rice in the neighborhood<br />
and no one died. <br />
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Other poems offer the intriguing titles of "Diaspora of the Banana Cloud," "Under Steve Buscemi's Eyes," and "She, the Bomb."<br /></he></span><br />
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Julio Montalvo Valentin (they/them) has authored two previous chapbooks, <em>Don't Give Up the Ship</em> (2015) and <em>Ship Lost</em> (2016). Julio is poetry editor for <em>Coffin Bell Journal</em> and <em>Variety Pack</em>, both based in Buffalo, NY. They also serve as teaching artist at Just Buffalo Literary Center. Aside from studying poetry and English literature at Buffalo State University, they can be found working on their next project, converting a school bus into a poetry caravan.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><em><strong>Those Who Pray to Rice </strong></em>made its initial debut at "Streetlight Imaginations: Poets Read from Recent Books" at Cuyahoga County Public Library in South Euclid, Ohio, on November 23, 2019. Sponsored by Laurie Kincer and co-hosted by NightBallet Press/Dianne Borsenik and Crisis Chronicles Press/John Burroughs, S"treetlight Imaginations" brought eight poets together for a wonderful afternoon of readings. This event doubled as the book release for <em><strong>Those Who Pray to Rice</strong></em>. </span><br />
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Dianne Borsenikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03228377373966856818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359139717487508347.post-29238103143302181582019-11-10T10:50:00.000-05:002019-11-10T17:38:01.867-05:00Pushcart Prize & Ohioana Book Award Nominations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Each year, Pushcart Press permits little magazine and small press editors to nominate up to six works by writers they've published during the calendar year. The deadline is December 1st. Acceptances for the annual <em>Pushcart Prize Best of the Presses</em> anthology usually begin arriving in April.<br /><br />This year, NightBallet Press is pleased and honored to nominate the following poets and their poems for this year's Pushcart Prize:<br />
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“Walnuts”<br />
from the NightBallet Press book<em> The Wonder Cupboard</em>, September 2019<br />
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Karen Schubert<br />
“Letter to Youngstown”<br />
from the NightBallet Press book <em>Dear Youngstown</em>, February 2019<br />
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Sean Thomas Dougherty<br />"Ask the Ghost Roads"<br />from the NightBallet Press book <em>The Answer Is Not Here</em>, May 2019<br /><br />Lisa M. Dougherty<br />"Ask of the Feather You Found on the Ground"<br />from the NightBallet Press book <em>The Answer Is Not Here</em>, May 2019<br /><br />
Gregg Shapiro<br />
“Florida Bang Bang” <br />
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State</i>, July 2019<span style="color: red;"><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Julio Montalvo Valentin<br />"13 Ways of Looking at Rice" <br />from the NightBallet Press book <em>Those Who Pray to Rice</em>, November 2019</span><br /><br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJlaI-_lXLzomIQQyMZpYPDtXj5B51UqTg9YusGzBGSnPZCXFcTZzi4sKmWwp9Lzq7CJVdZDc1RZPqRKVAwnd6LvxXHKIz_fmr0iqt0XxFKL9laQGpr3Anqw4X21nUN2Wf5rSpnPcQ7QQ/s1600/Ohioana+Library+icon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="184" data-original-width="475" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJlaI-_lXLzomIQQyMZpYPDtXj5B51UqTg9YusGzBGSnPZCXFcTZzi4sKmWwp9Lzq7CJVdZDc1RZPqRKVAwnd6LvxXHKIz_fmr0iqt0XxFKL9laQGpr3Anqw4X21nUN2Wf5rSpnPcQ7QQ/s320/Ohioana+Library+icon.JPG" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: white;">Each year, NightBallet Press proudly nominates books written by Ohio residents for the Ohioana Book Award. The Ohioana Book Awards are the second oldest, and among the most prestigious, state literary prizes in the U.S. This year, we are pleased and honored to nominate the following books for the 2020 Ohioana Book Award in poetry:<br /><br /><em>The Curve of Her Arm</em> by Robin Mullet & Holli Rainwater<br /><br /><em>The Wonder Cupboard</em> by Kathleen S. Burgess<br /></span></span></span><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;"><em><br />Dear Youngstown</em> by Karen Schubert<br /><br />Results of the judging will be announced in July 2020.<br /><br /><br />Congratulations and good luck to all the nominees!<br /><br /><em>Thank you</em> to all the poets who have entrusted me to make books for you. It is an honor and a privilege to work with you and your poems. </span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><br />This year has been an especially difficult one for me personally, and I appreciate the support, encouragement, and patience of everyone involved with the press. We experienced delays and fewer publications, but the books we did publish are full of outstanding and astonishingly beautiful poetry. There is more to come in 2020!</span><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div>
Dianne Borsenikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03228377373966856818noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359139717487508347.post-27103601204913605162019-08-29T17:35:00.001-04:002019-08-30T08:24:06.620-04:00THE WONDER CUPBOARD by Kathleen S. Burgess<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In <em><strong>The Wonder Cupboard</strong></em>, Kathleen S. Burgess has written poems both filled, and filling, with wonder..."Why We Went to See Madame Luminitsa," "Marilyn's Lips," "I'm a pilgrim light needles into space," "Unearthing Earth Day." Using skillful language to draw crisp, colorful sketches of time and place, Burgess addresses a child's thrilled reaction to a father's wild driving, an F2 twister, Singer sewing machines, bird-watching, going braless, pregnancy, sunflowers, a Chinese lantern festival, missing women, mass shootings, and quiet hikes through Southern Ohio beauty.<br />
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<em><strong>The Wonder Cupboard</strong></em> contains thirty-four poems on forty-four pages. The cover is a pale ivory textured card stock, with a warm wren-brown textured card stock insert. The poems are printed on pale ivory paper. Once again, we are ecstatic to have <a href="http://www.theartistbree.com/">Bree</a>'s art grace the front cover of a NightBallet Press book. Many thanks to her for giving us permission to use "White Tailed Fawn 4.13.19" for <em><strong>The Wonder Cupboard</strong></em>.<br />
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Kathleen S. Burgess is senior editor at <em>Pudding Magazine: The Journal of Applied Poetry</em>, and has been published in dozens of journals and anthologies. Collections include <em>Reeds and Rushes: Pitch, Buzz, and Hum</em> (Pudding House Publications, 2010, as editor), <em>What Burdens Do Those Trains Bear Away</em> (Bottom Dog Press, 2018), <em>Gardening With Wallace Stevens</em> (Locofo Chaps, 2017), and <em>Shaping What Was Left</em> (Pudding House Publications, 2006). Retired public school music teacher and union officer, she has worked pink-white-and-blue collar jobs, and served as president of Datagang Corporation, a 501(c)(3) video production company commissioned by The Ohio State Libraries, the Ohio Endowment of the Arts, et al. She and husband Jack Burgess enjoy trails, earthworks, the arts, and four adult children. <br />
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You may buy a signed copy of<strong><em> The Wonder Cupboard</em></strong> from Kathleen herself, should you be local to Chillicothe/Columbus/Southern Ohio. Beginning 8/30/19, you may purchase copies directly from NightBallet Press for only $15, which includes shipping/handling. Use the PayPal button below; you don't have to have an account to pay. Treat yourself to some wonder...order <em><strong>The Wonder Cupboard</strong></em> today!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Well, we've had an exciting year here at NightBallet Press, to say the least! Our year, or Season as we call it, runs from September to September. We've just completed Season Eight, and we couldn't be more proud of the poets whose books we've produced over the past twelve months: <br />
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<strong><a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2018/08/waiting-for-wind-to-rise-by-m-j.html">Waiting for the Wind to Rise</a> by M. J. Arcangelini<br />
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<a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2018/10/sandra-feen-has-fragile-capacities.html">Fragile Capacities</a> by Sandra Feen<br />
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<a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2018/10/as-falls-trees-by-mark-danowsky.html">As Falls Trees</a> by Mark Danowsky<br />
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<a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2018/11/throwback-thursdays-by-margie-shaheed.html">Throwback Thursdays</a> by Margie Shaheed<br />
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<a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2019/01/happy-new-year-from-nightballet-press.html">The Curve of Her Arm</a> by Robin Mullet and Holli Rainwater<br />
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<a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2019/02/dear-youngstown-by-karen-schubert.html">Dear Youngstown</a> by Karen Schubert<br />
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<a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2019/05/the-answer-is-not-here-by-lisa-m-sean.html">The Answer Is Not Here</a> by Lisa and Sean Dougherty<br />
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<a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2019/07/sunshine-state-by-gregg-shapiro.html">Sunshine State</a> by Gregg Shapiro</strong><br />
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Although beset by a couple of months' delays early this year -- the publisher was in an accident in February that totaled her car, gave her a concussion and seat-belt injury, and shook her to the core -- we've still managed to publish eight excellent titles for poets across the United States!<br />
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AND, we've already accepted seven exciting manuscripts for Season Nine, September 2019 to September 2020. <br />
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<strong><em>The Wonder Cupboard</em> by Kathleen S. Burgess<br />
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<em>Those Who Pray to Rice</em> by Julio Montalvo Valentin<br />
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<em>Semidomesticated</em> (working title) by Jonie McIntire<br />
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<em>Pawning My Sins</em> by M. J. Arcangelini<br />
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<em>Holding Your Breath</em> by Jennifer Hambrick<br />
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<em>Leaning Toward Greenland</em> by Andy Roberts<br />
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<em>Miracle Days</em> by Paula Lambert</strong><br />
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We expect to accept several more over the coming year!<br />
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Gregg Shapiro observes and writes about his adopted state with wisdom, passion, a quiet humor, and a sharp eye for detail. <br />
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"When you live/in a state shaped like a gun, everything/is a bullet, a target."<br />
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"Hurricanes want grave/and dodgy names that inspire terror, words that cause the speaker and/the listener to wince, struggle for breath. Hurricane Motherfucker./ Hurricane Bloodbath. Hurricane Apocalypse. Hurricane Armageddon."<br />
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His poems also sing about Florida's beauty. In his poem "Wynwood Walls," he writes<br />
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"Maureen told me about them first, in a poem/she read at Los Manos Gallery in Andersonville./Her detailed and vivid description made my eyes/and mouth water simultaneously." <br />
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In "Making Light," he observes<br />
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"The days are long and/filled with more daylight than anyone could possibly use./It's a losing battle to keep your face from turning towards/the glow..."<br />
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Shapiro reveals having "Peas for Breakfast" and bemoans "Because of Facebook." And he celebrates beloved dogs.<br />
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"Adopting a dog was not in the plans, a little/more than a week after k.d. died, but Sharon said/it was <em>bashert</em>, a <em>mitzvah,</em> to provide her with a new/home when Willie grew too ill to care for her."<br />
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Sunshine State contains 28 pages of 17 poems. The poems are printed on a richly textured ivory paper. The cover card stock is a creamy matching ivory; the inside card stock is a warm textured pumpkin color. The gorgeous cover art, "Electric Entrance, 2014," by Cleveland artist Timothy Gaewsky, explodes with life and light. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Gregg Shapiro is the author of <em>Fifty Degrees</em> (Seven Kitchens, 2016), selected by Ching-In Chen as co-winner of the Robin Becker Chapbook Prize. Other books by Shapiro include the short story collections <em>How to Whistle</em> (Lethe Press, 2016) and <em>Lincoln Avenue: Chicago Stories</em> (Squares and Rebels Press, 2014), the chapbooks <em>GREGG SHAPIRO: 77</em> (Souvenir Spoon Press, 2012), and <em>More Poems About Buildings and Food</em> (Souvenir Spoon Press, 2019), and the poetry collection <em>Protection</em> (Gival Press, 2008). His poetry was recently featured in <em>South Florida Poetry Review</em>, <em>Gay and Lesbian Review</em>, <em>Chelsea Station Magazine</em>, the 2018 anhinga press anthology <em>Reading Queer</em>, and the anthology <em>Lovejets: Queer Male Poets</em> <em>on 200 Years of Walt Whitman</em> (Handtype Press, 2018). An entertainment journalist, whose interviews and reviews run in a variety of regional and mainstream publications and websites, Shapiro lives in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, with his husband Rick and their dog Coco.</span><br />
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Shapiro will begin a book tour in August, and will make a Cleveland appearance on his tour. He will read and have copies of his book...and NightBallet Press will be there!<br />
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The 2019 Summer Tour itinerary is as follows:<br />
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Aug 3 OutWrite 2019 - Washington D.C.<br />
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Aug 4 Outlandish - Cleveland, OH<br />
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Outlandish Imprint Zine Fair<br />
9740 Madison Ave.<br />
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Aug 7 Women & Children First Books - Chicago, IL<br />
Aug 8 Outwords Books - Milwaukee, WI<br />
Aug 14 Southland Books (w/musical guest Jeff Heiskell) - Maryville, TN<br />
Aug 15 Charis Books and More (w/Collin Kelley) - Decatur, GA<br />
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Shapiro's poems will warm your heart and singe your senses, in the best of ways! Published today, here in the dog days of summer, <em><strong>Sunshine State </strong></em>is a seasonal reading list must-have!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><em><strong>The Answer Is Not Here</strong></em> reads as a type of call-and-response, with poignant and passionate poems by Lisa and Sean Thomas Dougherty.</span> <span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The poems include "Tell Me the Alphabet of Us Is Nothing New" and "The Wind Has a Name It Tells No One" by Lisa, and "Ask the Breath of this Blue Hour" and "Ask the Evening Light Its Shape" by Sean Thomas. The poems alternate in the narrative, with Sean's poems being italicized. These poems whisper, rather than shout, begging you to lean in and listen more closely to sweet words sharing secret truths. Each poem is like a little prayer of the soul.<br />
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<strong><em>The Answer Is Not Here</em></strong> contains 17 poems on 32 pages. The cover is a pale green card stock, with a thick, textured and patterned card stock insert. The cover art is a lovely collage by Bree, "Rockin Robin 12.26.18." The collage was made from this single photograph of a guitar in Lewis Mathis Studio in Shelbyville, Kentucky. It was made with Paint, enhanced by Polarr. You can find more of Bree's work <a href="http://www.theartistbree.com/">here.</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Lisa is the author of <em>Small As Hope In the Helicopter Rain </em>(Cervena Barva, 2018), and Sean Thomas' most recent book is <em>The Second O of Sorrow</em> (BOA Editions, 2018). Recently married, they live in Erie, Pennsylvania, where they are raising their two tumultuous daughters, Andaluzja Akhmatova and Amara Rumi.<br />
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Find Sean Thomas Dougherty <a href="https://seanthomasdoughertyp.fatcow.com/">here</a> and on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/seanthomasdougherty">Facebook</a>.<br />
Find Lisa M. Dougherty on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/lisa.akus">Facebook.</a><br />
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<em><strong>The Answer Is Not Here</strong></em> was released this weekend on Saturday, May 18, 2019, at the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/315046009173029/">Borderlands: Poetry on the Edge</a> event at Main Street Books in Mansfield, Ohio. It is available for mailing tomorrow.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In <em><strong>Dear Youngstown</strong></em>, poet Karen Schubert delves into stories meant to convey emotional truths about living in Youngstown, Ohio. From the opening poem, "Reading at the Old Ward Bakery" to the ending poem "After the <em>New Yorker</em> Festival," Schubert gently leads you through reminiscence and recall, offers observation, appreciation, and tribute to a city she clearly loves. In her poem "Letter to Youngstown, " she celebrates its diversity (an excerpt):<br />
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Dear kids of Italians, Slovaks, Lebanese,<br />
Greeks, Puerto Ricans, Russians,<br />
Southern Blacks, Connecticut Yankees,<br />
Appalachians, Hungarians, Irish, Indians,<br />
eat your corned beef, pierogis,<br />
latkes, meatballs, baklava, gyros, <br />
falafel, greens, fish fry, tamales,<br />
eat your wings, your ribs, your foot<br />
long, pickled knuckles, blood<br />
sausage, pasties, poppadoms, gelato.</span><br />
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<em>Lasterday</em> my grandson told me<em> I like it when you're here</em><br />
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Karen Schubert is the author of five poetry chapbooks, including <em>I Left My Wings on a Chair</em> (Kent State University Press, 2014), selected by Kathleen Flenniken for a Wick Poetry Center Chapbook Prize, and <em>Black Sand Beach</em> (Kattywompus Press, 2015). Her poems, creative nonfiction, and interviews have appeared in <em>Artful Dodge</em>, <em>Water~Stone Review</em>, <em>Versal</em>, <em>diode poetry journal</em>, <em>Aeolian Harp</em>,<em> The American Literary Review</em>, and many others. Her awards include the William Dickey Memorial Broadside prize, an Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award, and residencies at the Vermont Studio Center and Headlands Center for the Arts. She has an MFA from the Northeast Ohio Master of Fine Arts, and is Director of Lit Youngstown in Youngstown, Ohio.<br /><br /><br />
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<strong>Holli Rainwater's</strong> award-winning haiku have appeared in numerous publications, including the OPA Press anthologies <em>Everything Stops and Listens</em>, and <em>A Rustling and Waking Within</em>. Two of her haiku were chosen for the Seasons of Haiku walking path at the Holden Arboretum in Kirtland, Ohio. She works at the Coshocton Public Library and teaches Chi classes</span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><strong><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">—</span></strong><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">her own fusion of qigong, tai chi, and poetry.<br />
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Holli Rainwater has written "Each of these poems was inspired by the art and practice of qigong, an ancient Chinese health care system that combines gentle body movement, breath practice, and mindfulness. <em>Qi </em>(pronounced "chee") refers to the life force or vital energy that flows through all things in the universe. To practice qigong is to cultivate and balance this energy as it flows through our bodies."<br />
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The stunning cover photo is a watercolor painting by Becky Hernadez, commissioned specially by NBP for <em><strong>The Curve of Her Arm. </strong></em>Of the cover art, Rainwater wrote: "I love mandalas and this one is so interesting. She has all the colors that represent each season and each element in the qigong system. The whole world is represented, sort of a bursting forth of creativity and stillness. A representation of the human body and soul moving toward wholeness. And of course, the round feminine inclusive shapes." Mullet wrote: "Love the hands and the background seems like the endless universe." Hernandez also contributed two more watercolors for the inside of the book; one can be found on the introductory haiku's page, and one on the acknowledgments page. Both of the smaller pieces are delicate and lovely. Hernandez responded: "I am really honored to have had my work paired with the stunning and beautiful writing of two such talented and healing artists. I found the style of the book innovative and calming,(and) at the same time, truly heartfelt and human, blending two very different writers beautifully." You can find more of Hernandez's work <a href="http://rah4721.wix.com/beckyhernandezart">here.</a><br />
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<strong><em>The Curve of Her Arm</em></strong> is a forty-page book containing thirty-three haiku and poems, Rainwater's haiku appearing first, with Mullet's parallel poems on the opposite pages. Each form is introduced within the poem that explores it. Reading <strong><em>The Curve of Her Arm</em></strong> is a refreshing, rewarding experience that leaves one with a sense of calm, wonder, and appreciation. This book will be released at a very special performance/reading on January 31st, 2019, at 6:30 pm at the Johnson-Humrickhouse Museum, 300 N. Whitewoman St., Coshocton, Ohio.<br />
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<em><strong>The Curve of Her Arm</strong></em> will be published within two weeks, in time for Mullet and Rainwater's debut reading of it on January 31st. Pre-orders are being taken now for this lovely book of heartwarming poetry. Order now, and NBP will include a copy of Margie Shaheed's last book, <em>Throwback Thursdays</em>, with your order, for free.<br />
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Dianne Borsenikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03228377373966856818noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359139717487508347.post-84614561827371089992018-11-22T12:22:00.000-05:002018-11-22T12:22:33.954-05:00PUSHCART PRIZE NOMINEES FROM 2018<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Each year, <a href="http://www.pushcartprize.com/nomination.html">Pushcart Press</a> permits little magazine and small book press editors to nominate up to six works by writers they've published during the calendar year. The deadline is December 1st. Acceptances for the annual <em>Pushcart Prize Best of the Presses</em> anthology usually begin arriving in April.<br /><br />These are the NightBallet Press Pushcart Prize nominees from 2018:<br /><br />Pat & Bill Hurley<br />"Star-Crossed"<br />from the NightBallet Press book <em>Hard to Swallow</em>, February 2018<br /><br />Alex Gildzen<br />"Our Lady of the Dark"<br />from the NIghtBallet Press book <em>Son of Hollywood</em>, March 2018<br /><br />John Burroughs<br />"Whend"<br />from the NightBallet Press book <em>Loss and Foundering</em>, April 2018<br /><br />Jeanette Powers<br />"How We Got to Cedar Creek"<br />from the NightBallet Press book<em> Gasconade</em>, April 2018<br /><br />M. J. Arcangelini<br />"Marcus Has Sold His Pick-Up Truck"<br />from the NightBallet Press book <em>Waiting for the Wind to Rise</em>, August 2018<br /><br />Sandra Feen<br />"Palms Monday"<br />from the book <em>Fragile Capacities</em>, October 2018<br /><br />Congratulations to the nominees! We will keep the fingers on both hands crossed as the envelope carrying your works wings its way to New York.<br /><br />If you wonder how I've arrived at the choices above, it's entirely subjective. These are poems that caught my attention, made me laugh, made me cry, made me want <em>more</em>. <br /><br />If your work wasn't chosen, please don't think your words touched me any less. I can only choose six poems from all the ones I've published over the last eleven months. Your poetry is just as special to me, and I assure you I'll continue to seek showcases for you and your books.<br /><br />Thank you, all of you, the poets, the readers, the supporters, for another spectacular year here at NightBallet Press.<br />I love you.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOgDO5yzhFawm6Zo1hZBlyhE3OQAb1S9zday8Ly2vIBQT2ViW6vt8EKj4udUZgKXyymqeDBvuWI5zbVcB4qmRjtpbFumWF2eJ3-n3US3TbQ2T4SVAU-2OmWxRdHYGNenSBSXBcMk0pQ1-2/s1600/Thumbs+Up+Turkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="191" data-original-width="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOgDO5yzhFawm6Zo1hZBlyhE3OQAb1S9zday8Ly2vIBQT2ViW6vt8EKj4udUZgKXyymqeDBvuWI5zbVcB4qmRjtpbFumWF2eJ3-n3US3TbQ2T4SVAU-2OmWxRdHYGNenSBSXBcMk0pQ1-2/s1600/Thumbs+Up+Turkey.jpg" /></a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Today's NightBallet Press publication of <br />
<em><strong>Throwback Thursdays</strong></em> by <a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2018/11/a-celebration-of-margie-shaheed.html">Margie Shaheed</a><br />
is a bittersweet and heartbreaking joy.<br /><br />The cover photo, a work by the artist Bree, is titled "Longevity 8.7.18" and shows a vibrant sunflower facing both forward and backward. I felt this to be an apt representation of the poetry in <em><strong>Throwback Thursdays.</strong></em><br />
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Before she became ill, Margie and I had talked about the new manuscript she was working on. She was excited about the prospect of having a new book in the new year. When she phoned me in September to tell me she had cancer, she again mentioned her new manuscript. After she died earlier this month, her daughter Aqueelah and I discussed NBP publishing <em><strong>Throwback Thursdays</strong></em> as a posthumous and loving tribute. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4OzE3MJNQFFmNuAEalPMe8Sn8X9zvQQvaewyR-bSi6geNjpk5YRRsAhXXn2lTCuQpF43wdmAJQ2VBZE2A-yIiifQcQPV8z-tNGkRhlEHbmbqqQHEdEE-PmVKYYaGKK5zDOPH9JudsuVG/s1600/Margie+by+Aqueelah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="525" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4OzE3MJNQFFmNuAEalPMe8Sn8X9zvQQvaewyR-bSi6geNjpk5YRRsAhXXn2lTCuQpF43wdmAJQ2VBZE2A-yIiifQcQPV8z-tNGkRhlEHbmbqqQHEdEE-PmVKYYaGKK5zDOPH9JudsuVG/s320/Margie+by+Aqueelah.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">photo by the Shaheed family</span><br /><br />Today would have been Margie's 60th birthday. Today, this book is published to celebrate and honor her.<br />
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Of the fifteen poems in <strong><em>Throwback Thursdays</em></strong>, my personal favorite, and one I think is pure Margie, is "Life Lesson":<br />
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<strong>Life Lesson</strong><br />
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poetry ran through mama's veins like blood<br />
runs out of a slaughtered pig<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">—</span>fast and hot<br />
she said life was nothing without the poem<br />
to clarify its existence. i believed her<br />
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Margie Shaheed was a treasured community poet, writer, and performance artist. She was an enthusiastic and dedicated supporter of NightBallet Press. But more than that, she was my friend. I am privileged to have known her, to have heard her read, and to have produced four books for her, including her<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";"> three previous NBP books of poetry,<br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Mosaic-Margie-Shaheed/dp/0989310647/ref=sr_1_56?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1539095016&sr=1-56&keywords=NightBallet+Press">Mosaic</a>, <a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2015/02/shaheeds-onomatopoeia-snaps-crackles.html">Onomatopoeia</a>, and <a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2017/02/nightballet-press-released-brand-new.html">Dream Catcher</a>. I will miss talking with her on the phone. I will miss making books for her. <br /><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times";">photo by Chad Parmenteau</span><br />
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NightBallet Press wishes to extend our deepest sympathy to the Shaheed family, and to thank them for allowing us to send Margie Shaheed's poetry, once more, out into the world. NightBallet Press will continue to represent Margie Shaheed, and will continue to make sure her Voice is heard.<br />
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<em><strong>Throwback Thursdays</strong></em> is our memorial tribute to this remarkable poet. It is a testimony of Margie's work...her honest, poignant portrayal of an African-American woman's life experiences, memories, and hopes for the future. You may obtain a copy of Margie's final book of poetry by clicking on the PayPal link below. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">MARGIE SHAHEED</span><br />born November 18, 1958<br />died November 3, 2018<br /><br />BOOKS<br /><em>Mosaic </em>(NightBallet Press, 2013)<br /><em>Onomatopoeia </em>(NightBallet Press, 2015)<br /><em>Dream Catcher </em>(NightBallet Press, 2017)<br /><em>Tongue Shakers: Interviews and Narratives on Speaking Mother Tongue in a Multicultural Society </em>(Hamilton Books, 2016)<br /><em>Playground </em>(Hidden Charm Press, 2015)<br /><em>Throwback Thursdays </em>(NightBallet Press, 2018)<br /><br />I first met Margie Shaheed when she read for Poetry in the Woods at the Shaker Heights Public Library. Here are several photos from that night. The reading changed both our lives forever. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /><br /><br />On February 14, 2013, at 10:14 pm, I wrote to Margie on FB Messenger: <br /><br />"Hi, Margie, here I am: Dianne Borsenik, NightBallet Press. LOOOOOOVED your reading tonight! You RAWK, gf! Can't wait to hear more. Let me know when you're reading in the Cleveland area...will try to be there!"<br /><br />Margie immediately responded:<br /><br />"Ok. So nice to meet you. I hope we can do a chapbook together. You have a nice looking product. I'll check out your website and we'll talk. Glad u enjoyed the reading. I had fun too."<br /><br />By March 14, 2013, she had sent me her manuscript of poems, which became <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Mosaic-Margie-Shaheed/dp/0989310647/ref=sr_1_56?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1539095016&sr=1-56&keywords=NightBallet+Press"><em>Mosaic</em></a>, the first book NightBallet Press published for her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">She sent me two more manuscripts, which became <a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2015/02/shaheeds-onomatopoeia-snaps-crackles.html"><em>Onomatopoeia</em></a> and <a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2017/02/nightballet-press-released-brand-new.html"><em>Dream Catcher</em></a>.<br /><br />Margie Shaheed was a remarkable force of nature. At the time Margie died,<br /> <br /><em>Dream Catcher</em> was in its 9th printing, in August, 2018.<br /><em>Onomatopoeia</em> was in its 29th print run.<br /><em>Mosaic</em> was in its 44th print run.<br /><br />To the best of my reckoning, with the three titles combined, Margie sold at least 1,800 copies of her NBP books. <br /><br /><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">A friendship was born that first day we met. She was intelligent, proud, and funny. Although we saw each other only occasionally<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">—</span>she lived/worked between Cleveland Heights, OH and Memphis, TN<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">—</span>we were in frequent contact. I last saw Margie and heard her read when she visited Cleveland for Kleft/Crisis in April, 2018. <br /><br />We worked together very well. She trusted my design skills and editing implicitly. I loved her unique Voice and the way she wrote about the African-American experience so clearly, honestly, and poignantly. Her poems were true gems, and I am honored and privileged to have been given the opportunity to publish them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">From <em>Mosaic</em>:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /><strong>Nostalgic Hair Affair</strong><br /><em>for Eula and Alicia</em><br /><br />Your life, a shrine I've erected in my mind...<br />where today I see you sitting on the porch of our Hough<br />Avenue apartment in a ragged turquoise dining room chair.<br />Cotton sticks to the back of your housedress whenever you rise.<br />Barefoot, your toes wiggle against the warm concrete floor in cool<br />satisfaction of a large jelly jar filled with ice cubes and Pepsi-Cola.<br />The heat of summer and cornbread and pinto beans cooking<br />have long pushed you out of the kitchen.<br /><br />Your life, a shrine I've erected in my mind...<br />where I hear you call me in from the dirt yard.<br />Poised for my next shot, I look up at my friend<br />because now we must abruptly end our game of marbles.<br />Armed with a brutish Afro comb and hairbrush,<br />you sit me down between your legs;<br />your familiar scent settles me.<br />As you grease my scalp with Dixie Peach<br />I can't help but remember the first time I met my friend Silk<br /> <em>"Do you know why dey call me Silk? Cuz, Ah'm sooo Black.<br /> If you was to rub some Vaseline on mah skin right now,<br /> I'd look jus' like a pair of black silk stockin's."<br /></em>Ouch!<br />I recoil from the pain of teeth<br />dragging through my resistant napps.<br />Smack!<br />You hit my hand<br />with the back of the comb<br />and tell me to be still.<br /><br />Your life, a shrine I've erected in my mind...<br />where I feel you momentarily break away from your task<br />to sing along with a stactic-version of the Temptations<br />song blaring from our hi-fi.<br />Although I dare not turn around to look at you<br />I know your head is bobbing up and down<br />like an apple in water to the beat.<br />When the last lyric fades into radio announcements,<br />your knees tighten against my shoulders.<br />I wipe the beads of water from my neck,<br />the sweat that has dripped from the jelly jar,<br />and I fearfully brace myself for round two.<br /><br />Your life, a shrine I've erected in my mind...<br />where my hair eventually loses the fight<br /> to six plaits intersected by crooked parts.<br /><br /><br /><br />From <em>Onomatopoeia</em>:<br /><br /><strong>Rhyme and Rituals (Part 1)</strong><br /><br />We are poem with story to tell 'bout how in Newark Brick City<br />we hit rhythms hard-pounding beginning from the nature of<br />rhyme we maintain essential breath dead center of mama's<br />heartbeat we are rhythm background melody humanity's<br />collective memory swingin' in the womb rockin' us time-<br />thrusting forward we are life's ritual voices unleashing<br />saxophones of pure language yeah soul-stirring music telling<br />the world what must be told we paste paper to the wall<br />penning poems and stories in single breaths we are books<br />breathing pages of tongues loosened & sharpened Piscean<br />visions blowing we become mouths of air awakened<br />renewed a-pant of hopes and fulfilled roundness & when<br />despair and pain come a-creepin' we invoke our warrior<br />selves to redirect the beat cuz we are notes bent on writing<br />rhymes rhymes that reaffirm the ritual of telling it exactly like<br />it is so read our words as we unroll oil dust & silver beats<br />from underneath fingernails of blue matter contained in<br />native self<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">—</span>we seek to understand the composition<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">—</span>blood<br />is thicker than water & knowing a belly full of gritty hot fish &<br />buttery grits, a philosopher's stone & a city's bricks it is the<br />passion from where we live holding it all down keeping it real<br />like mama's heartbeat background memory humanity's<br />melody the only rhyme we know we are poem with story to<br />tell the ritual swingin' in the womb readying to be born</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /><br />From <em>Dream Catcher</em>:<br /><br /><strong>Age Has Found Me</strong><br /><br />Age has found me with a tube of red lipstick<br />a missing front tooth and a partial I had to put<br />in the layaway cuz it cost too much to buy outright<br />Got pesky moles removed from my face an early<br />Christmas present from my friend who told me my skin<br />would look like the excitement I felt the first time<br />I went roller skating<br /><br />Age has found me with a pair of red stilettos<br />an unused membership to the Y and the good sense<br />not to have my grandchildren sewn into the hem of my skirt<br />I've seen this in women I've known before<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">—<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms"; font-size: small;">voluntarily raising<br />another set of kids<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;">—</span>makes you forgo the fruit<br />that makes this old woman shake<br /><br />Age has found me with a bottle of red nail polish</span></span><br />five bottles of pills a handful of supplements<br />and doctors' appointments disguised as social events<br />Mama's wisdom once elusive as an eclipse<br />canvas stretched over my chest<br />soft flames fly from my mouth<br />cuz now I turn my face to hers<br />as I repeat what she always called truth<br /><br />Age has found me with a red laced mini-dress<br />books of blank pages a calligrapher's pen<br />and a palm full of brown sugar<br />thrown into a pot of boiling corn<br />My back is sore my right knee aches<br />but my strokes are bold and long<br />penning scripts exploring landscapes<br />walking the terrain anticipating what's next<br /><br /> <br />No one could deny that Margie Shaheed read her poems slowly, sweetly, truly, from the heart. Her poems were a part of her very being, and everyone who heard her read knew it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Margie phoned me on Friday, September 7, 2018 to say good-bye. I can't believe she's gone. Her daughter Aqueelah has give me permission to publish one last book of poems for Margie. The forthcoming <em>Throwback Thursday</em> will be my tribute to this dear, wonderful, passionate friend.<br /><br />(Nancy Gerber of <em>Mom Egg Review</em> has also written a tribute piece to Margie Shaheed; you can follow the link to it <a href="http://momeggreview.com/2018/11/06/remembering-margie-shaheed/?fbclid=IwAR0VEuxtGpDxldGRxq_inbmKu8YO5Rz5D8x9JJBLzGWvoghyd3l6qq-qXAs">here.</a>)</span><br />
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<em><strong>Fragile Capacities</strong></em>, subtitled <em>School Poems</em>, is the result of a career spent in the classroom. In her 32-year career, Sandra Feen taught high school English, Creative Writing, QUEST, and Humanities, and twice won Teacher-of-the-Year at her school. Feen also taught adult evening high school for several years, along with writing workshops at Ohio State University, Clark State Community College, and Wright State University.<br />
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<strong><em>Fragile Capacities</em></strong> contains 40 pages of 21 poems. At times showing frustration, at other times, keen observation and an uncanny ear for dialogue, the poems range from poignant to tragic to triumphant, and Feen's Voice is strong and clear throughout the book. <br />
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<strong>Before the Tardy Bell</strong><br />
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<em>I'm supposed to give you a copy of my anxiety plan<br />
so I don't do this no more</em>. Stacy holds up arms<br />
sleeved in razor cuts; it says she's to smell lavender candles<br />
next time she's upset. Another girl places<br />
in my other hand her new schedule, just out of juvie.<br />
Others eye an ankle bracelet as she ushers herself, wordless,<br />
to the only seat left, the one in the back with swastikas<br />
carved on its desktop. And the boy next to her<br />
continues to throw spit wads, staples, spiral paper fringe<br />
all over the 40-year-old carpet.<br />
He thinks he can read my mind: <em>Don't think<br />
I'm gonna pick up that piece of trash 'cause that ain't<br />
one I threw!</em> A stink bug drops from the ceiling onto<br />
a girl's syllabus. She screams, while another focuses<br />
all her attention on my response to her question pronounced<br />
as a statement: <em>Let me go to the bathroom before the tardy bell.<br />
I miscarried last night and need to go whenever I need to go.</em><br />
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Of <strong><em>Fragile Capacities</em></strong>, Terry Hermsen writes: <br />
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"The title of long-time teacher and ever-persistent poet Sandy Feen's new book of poems about her thirty years in the trenches of our schools says it all: <em>we are--and have always been--creatures riding on our "fragile capacities" to foster genuine life, deep connection, and living communities.</em> These poems are a testament to the difficulties our educators now face, when schools are expected to solve all our problems while the support for genuinely innovative instruction remains so weak. These poems let us as readers live that dilemma, and should be a required text for anyone trying to imagine a new world where schools are valued as places of transformation, where we spend more on shoring up our cities, supporting struggling families, and counseling our troubled youth, than on the next round of military deployment and fossil fuel subsidies. These poems show us where the real wars to be won are being fought in our inner city classrooms, by front-line-soldiers-of-the-heart known as our nation's teachers. I come away from this book realizing once again how essential it is that we give teachers credit for what they do--and the resources to truly make change."</span></div>
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Sandra Feen is a former associate editor of <em>Pudding Magazine</em>, and currently works as an independent poetry and urban fiction editor. A member of the poetry troupe <em>Concrete Wink</em>, she has also been a featured reader in and out of Ohio. She has a BFA in Creative Writing and a BS in English Education from Bowling Green State University, and an MA in Literature from Wright State University. She was one of twelve teachers selected for the National Endowment of the Arts' first "Change Course" program, through W.S.U.'s Institute on Writing and Its Teaching. Publications include <em>Poetry Motel</em>, <em>Elastic Ekphrastic</em>, and <em>The Pudding House Gang</em>. Her work has been commissioned as part of <em>Thin Places: Poetry and Art Exhibits and Installations</em> at Columbus, Ohio's Jung Haus, and for the <em>Cap City Poets: Columbus and Central Ohio's Best Known, Read, and Requested Poets </em>anthology. She lives in Grove City, Ohio.<br />
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Danowsky chose the idiosyncratic title <em><strong>As Falls Trees</strong></em> deliberately. He "likes that it resists immediate comprehension, and that it leaves space for the reader to reflect and to use his/her own imagination or interpretation regarding it." All thirteen poems in the book relate in some way to the lives of trees. From the whimsical "An Open Letter To Mangroves" to the cautionary "Invasive" to the meditational "Cries of the Forest" to the celebratory "Chronology," Danowsky guides us through a forest of white walnuts, dawn redwoods, elms, and hemlocks to a clearing where "we both can survive a lightning strike."<br />
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NightBallet Press found it appropriate to release<em><strong> As Falls Trees</strong></em> during the 2018 Western Maryland Independent Literary Festival this past weekend, and delivered Danowsky's books to him there!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhvuIKi-bVTglfzYm0TPnuwVKf8pPPCDmSzKbXRhpl2E7877W5iLbmOQOoDeuWmeTkycoW9uEEe4ny8N83j64SeVAMeU8G6g4S3lrQ28omkirfpAGPyzmCJN2jpNcxdvjSehmtNJU1O8L/s1600/Mark+Danowsky+bio+_+March+2017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhvuIKi-bVTglfzYm0TPnuwVKf8pPPCDmSzKbXRhpl2E7877W5iLbmOQOoDeuWmeTkycoW9uEEe4ny8N83j64SeVAMeU8G6g4S3lrQ28omkirfpAGPyzmCJN2jpNcxdvjSehmtNJU1O8L/s320/Mark+Danowsky+bio+_+March+2017.jpg" width="176" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVvbod-z8SR-p4nzDWnmEz7Yds8dh6WmHmU6oS7TJYdovu0jaeIhPRWNj5zGwz_9CkZCFqqhdzlGk7NxnjX8AY7_BfoimdxuyQ_TT3E36CmgokxT4ejMMSy4c2BN9_GfC5pWKcQvG9VHgK/s1600/43490712_10217109974564182_9126419390735056896_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVvbod-z8SR-p4nzDWnmEz7Yds8dh6WmHmU6oS7TJYdovu0jaeIhPRWNj5zGwz_9CkZCFqqhdzlGk7NxnjX8AY7_BfoimdxuyQ_TT3E36CmgokxT4ejMMSy4c2BN9_GfC5pWKcQvG9VHgK/s320/43490712_10217109974564182_9126419390735056896_n.jpg" width="176" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ80tknyxv7XUpLZvhCoWJEcqMLl4oJ06jX7Q1H5h_2q3nZLyF3Qw7XOXNPJUQPSNs8l0HEQLezntAAHtHoKATDgjD8RsqJ5C8OVOy02NR06EIkWShfWGQQPRqCMWMUAB99tsk4mBIBkZ-/s1600/43490652_10217109976404228_3996664190747017216_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ80tknyxv7XUpLZvhCoWJEcqMLl4oJ06jX7Q1H5h_2q3nZLyF3Qw7XOXNPJUQPSNs8l0HEQLezntAAHtHoKATDgjD8RsqJ5C8OVOy02NR06EIkWShfWGQQPRqCMWMUAB99tsk4mBIBkZ-/s320/43490652_10217109976404228_3996664190747017216_n.jpg" width="176" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIaW_F3oi7Uh_lBgd70Vgu1s89Lhmz917Alvt9vJsDqSLXLyVAXxMSvT3DklPKdXOOFbzMi_fJ4KWvu90lK-xabaw0TH8d1ctKO4axi-yyTSqax2AGptJc83W5vnABWDToLERUv-utnKr7/s1600/43419074_10217109976844239_2754518588856467456_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIaW_F3oi7Uh_lBgd70Vgu1s89Lhmz917Alvt9vJsDqSLXLyVAXxMSvT3DklPKdXOOFbzMi_fJ4KWvu90lK-xabaw0TH8d1ctKO4axi-yyTSqax2AGptJc83W5vnABWDToLERUv-utnKr7/s320/43419074_10217109976844239_2754518588856467456_n.jpg" width="176" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcP_mk5HzZHWRkVuI6T_wp4BzSQn0wHW_5PVsp1nOje7NXoGvuWoywKoRp0Dxf6_rm0vwMav-_OXSfxd0aZR4tMNIoXPD-VNCOS6uEJQDMauoo0Upb0npwI_qEq0PbvcZfWCqGaxsXppd/s1600/NBP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcP_mk5HzZHWRkVuI6T_wp4BzSQn0wHW_5PVsp1nOje7NXoGvuWoywKoRp0Dxf6_rm0vwMav-_OXSfxd0aZR4tMNIoXPD-VNCOS6uEJQDMauoo0Upb0npwI_qEq0PbvcZfWCqGaxsXppd/s320/NBP.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Danowsky is a writer from Philadelphia. His micro-chapbooks <em>Nightfallen </em>and <em>Becoming aware of the tide</em> were published by the Origami Poems Project in 2016, and are available free online. His poems have appeared in <em>About Place,</em> <em>Gargoyle</em>, <em>Right Hand Pointing</em>, <em>Shot Glass Journal</em>, and others. He is managing editor for the <em>Schuylkill Valley Journal</em> and cofounder of Wood & Water Press.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Season Eight is beginning early here at NightBallet Press--we usually publish our first book of the season in late September or early October--but this year we have so many great books to put out, we can't wait!<br />
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<strong><em>Waiting for the Wind to Rise</em></strong> is released today in conjunction with tonight's Belle, Missouri, reading featuring the cross-country-traveling Arcangelini, and Jason Ryberg. You can read about the reading's details <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/898921473634466/">HERE.</a> It promises to be a fantastic reading, and NightBallet Press urges you to catch the reading if you can (we certainly wish we could be there)!<br />
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<strong><em>Waiting for the Wind to Rise</em></strong> is a phenomenal collection of poems by an accomplished poet. It contains twenty-six poems on forty pages, and includes a special arrangement of one of the poems, "Zombie Politics," by Cleveland-area poet Christopher Franke. The cover is printed on white linen card stock, and features stunningly beautiful art by Becky Hernandez (who will also be at the reading in Belle tonight).<br />
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The poems have tantalizing titles, such as "My Aging Prostate," "Future, Like a Gift," "Deer Berries," and "Marcus Has Sold His Pick-Up Truck." In them, Arcangelini exposes his body's responses to aging, explores cherished memories, and expresses his outrage at today's political happenings.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">M. J. Arcangelini was born in 1952 in western Pennsylvania, and grew up there and in Cleveland, Ohio. He currently lives in west Sonoma County, California. He began writing poetry at age eleven, stories in his teens, and memoirs in his forties. His work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, and he has two previous books, <em>With Fingers at the Tips of My Words</em> (Beautiful Dreamers Press, 2002), and </span><a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2016/08/arcangelini-has-room-enough.html"><em><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">Room Enough</span></em></a><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">(NightBallet Press, 2016). You can find his poetry, memoirs, and more at Joe's blog: </span><a href="https://joearky.wordpress.com/"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">https://joearky.wordpress.com/</span></a><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">.<br />
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The best way to obtain a copy of <strong><em>Waiting for the Wind to Rise</em></strong> is by attending tonight's reading in Belle, Missouri, where you can meet Arcangelini in person, hear him read, and have him sign your book! But if you can't do that, you can order a copy right here at NBP, through PayPal (all you need is a credit or debit card--you don't have to be a member of PayPal to use it). This book is only ten dollars, with four dollars for shipping/handling. Get your copy now, and get a jump on a brand-new season at NBP!*<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">It's midsummer, and things are going swimmingly here at the press. Season Seven finished out with an appropriately "hot" book (</span><a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2018/07/hot-hot-hot-arson-by-john-reinhart.html"><em><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">Arson</span></em></a><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";"> by John Reinhart), and we've bought a brand new printer (HP OfficeJet Pro 8710) to replace the one that gave out while printing sixty copies of <em>The Studs Turkel Blues</em> and </span><a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2018/05/the-ugly-side-of-lake-by-jason.html"><em><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";">The Ugly Side of the Lake</span></em></a><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";"> for Jason Baldinger. With the next season we have planned, it's a relief to know the new printer is up and running and ready to go!<br />
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Our Season Eight, which is our eighth year in business, will officially begin in September, 2018. And what a season we have in store for you! We'll begin by jumping the gun and producing a book early in August. <br />
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After Joe's book, which is the second title we've published for him, we will be publishing Columbus-area poet Sandra Feen's <em>Fragile <span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Capacities</span></em><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">, poems written after 32 years of teaching in an urban high school. They highlight "an array of students and all their delicious complexities" and why the profession is "cherished by each individual teacher." Pre-orders for this book are already available, in the left column right below the "donate" button.</span><br />
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<em>As Falls Trees</em> by Mark Danowsky <br />
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This tightly compact collection with the irregular title (the poet prefers you make up your own interpretation concerning its construction) is from a Philadelphia poet I met at the Frostburg Indie Fest last year, and will be released at this year's Frostburg Indie Fest.<br />
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<em>Dear Youngstown</em> by Karen Schubert <br />
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Karen Schubert, who is a longtime resident of Youngstown, OH, and a fabulous poet, is a dynamo as one of the directors of Lit Youngstown and the <a href="https://lityoungstown.org/fall-literary-festival/">Fall Literary Festival</a> taking place September 21 and 22, 2018.<br />
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<em>The Curve of Her Arm</em> by Robin Mullet and Holli Rainwater <br />
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This is a "collaboration of two poets, combining haiku and free verse in a theme-based collection of poems on the art and practice of qigong. The poetry goes beyond the movements ekphrastically to the emotions and memories brought to the forefront by the ancient form." The cover art, which was commissioned by NBP, is by Becky Hernandez, and is simply stunning! <br />
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We are very pleased to have the manuscripts to two collections from excellent and exceptional poets for whom we've published numerous titles in the past: <br />
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<em>Capicola Slang</em> by Joey Nicoletti<br />
<em>Leaning Toward Greenland</em> by Andy Roberts<br />
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This is only the beginning! We plan on accepting at least two, and depending on how things go over the course of the coming months, maybe four, more manuscripts for the season. We already have several in hand and under consideration. Our goal is at least a dozen titles per season. Last season, we had fourteen!<br />
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The printer, ink, paper, cardstock, postage, business cards, envelopes, packing tape, staples, and pens are only a part of what makes NightBallet Press run smoothly. We have our covers professionally printed by a local family-owned print shop. We make regular runs out to Brunswick (about a forty minute drive) to obtain our paper and cardstock from another family-owned business. Wherever possible, we support other small presses and family-owned small businesses, and we travel to literary festivals to publicize and promote our poets and their books. <br />
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We have produced over one hundred titles for poets across the United States and Canada. We have used the art of over a dozen artists and photographers for our covers, and we actively seek out exciting new art for future covers. <br />
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To any-and-everyone who has ever bought a NightBallet Press book, promoted the press, given us a table at an indie/literary festival, invited us to particpate in workshops, ordered additional copies, subscribed, or donated money, THANK YOU. You make it possible for NBP to give voice to some of the best contemporary poets alive today. I appreciate you, from the bottom of my heart.<br />
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This midsummer, NBP offers you an opportunity to participate in this grand endeavor and to be directly responsible for the next season's publications, by joining the Wingman Club. What is the Wingman Club? It's a one-year subscription to the press, which will start August, 2018 and go through to September, 2019. For fifty dollars, you receive every book that we publish during Season Eight, including the ones listed above! We guarantee you'll get your money's worth!<br />
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Last year's books, 2017-2018 Season Seven, totaled 14 books at $126.00, before shipping. The total worth of next season's books is estimated to exceed one hundred dollars. This subscription offers an additional bonus: no charge for postage! That's a huge savings, in addition to the incredibly low cost of a subscription. <br /><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We are on a HOT streak here at NightBallet Press, and we don't mean the outside temperature (although it<em> has</em> been in the nineties this past week)...we mean poetry books that will set your mind aflame!<br />
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It's Independence Day, and we have a firecracker offering for you:<br />
NightBallet is extremely pleased to announce the publication of<em><strong> Arson</strong></em> by John Reinhart!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><em><strong>Arson</strong></em> is a stand-out collection of poems that explores the themes of light and enlightenment, heat and ignition, in varying ways. The cover is printed on a light brown card stock, with visually exciting cover art - "Skeleton" - by Kevin Eberhart.<em><strong> </strong></em>The thick card stock insert is - of course - hot red. The book contains thirty-three poems on forty-four pages, printed on crisp cream-colored paper.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"I'm busy" is one of the editor's personal favorites among the special poems in this book:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";"> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I’m busy</span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">writing a manifesto<br />
for the Second Coming<br />
and, Jesus Christ,</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">it’s too dramatic –<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I mean, I could do without<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">all the fire and brimstone,<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">the wailing and gnashing –<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">let’s substitute some wood-fired<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">pizza, eaten around the hearthstone<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">in an alpine lodge while the Wailin’ Jennys<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">perform while the crowds nosh –<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">maybe the original plans were misunderstood,<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">maybe the Author had just taken a big bite<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">from a peanut butter sandwich –<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">on second thought, let’s just<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">scrap the whole thing. The end<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">of days doesn’t need a fucking manifesto<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">or roadmap or bullet-pointed agenda. Just let it<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">come, blow holes through our socks, <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">rattle the window panes, and disrupt <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">our Scrabble games, playing Johnny Cash songs<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">at top volume while lightning and thunder <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">and volcanoes erupt like pyrotechnics –<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I’ll write the grocery list:<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">beer, cookies.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Perpetually sharpening his fiddle at the crossroads, John Reinhart is an arsonist, father of three, and poet. He was born in Denver, which suffered major fires in the 1860s, leading city officials to change building code standards. A long distance admirer of Herodotus and William Butler Yeats, he has encouraged his children to play with matches from an early age. <br />
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The recipient of the 2016 Horror Writers Association Dark Poetry Scholarship, he's won the Poetry Nook Weekly Contest and has been a Pushcart, Elgin, Rhysling, and Dwarf Stars awards nominee. His work ranges from fantastical to experimental, and has been published in <em>Pedestal Magazine, Holy Shit!, Fleurs du Mal, Liquid Imagination, Popshot, Better Than Starbucks</em>, and many others, various anthologies, and across seven collections of poetry. Find his work at <a href="http://home.hampshire.edu/~jcr00/reinhart.html">http://home.hampshire.edu/~jcr00/reinhart.html</a>, and on social media. <br />
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<strong><em>Out of Blue</em></strong> is the fifth title NightBallet Press has published for Andy Roberts, and this collection of poems is outstanding. Michael F. Latza, editor of <em>Willow Review</em>, writes <br />
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"Andy Roberts invites us in to a life, a world of memory. He gives us a withdrawal slip to cash in at his overflowing bank of images and story. <em>Out of Blue</em> is a montage of music, nature, a keepsake of rotten-framed buildings with borders of pink and white petunias, triggered by the smells and tastes of apple butter, beans and franks, juicy fruit kisses, ham and cheese sandwiches eaten in a cemetery, washed down with a combination of sugared half-coffee milk and cigar ash. Peopled with fathers, sons, girlfriends, a loving wife, and bound-for-jail schoolyard buddies, Andy rings the bell of recollection within each of us, inviting us to enter his world, and to ponder our own."<br />
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Printed on a warm, pale caramel cardstock, <strong><em>Out of Blue</em></strong> features another stunning piece of art by Kevin Eberhardt, "China 1." Kevin Eberhardt's art has been featured on sixteen NightBallet Press covers, and we are truly grateful that he's given us permission to use his wonderful pieces to grace our books.<br />
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The text of <em><strong>Out of Blue</strong></em>, twenty-four poems on thirty-two pages, is printed on thick ivory paper. Roberts expresses the title and theme of the collection in this poem:<br />
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<strong>Out of Blue</strong><br />
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Working on a book of poems<br />
8:00 on an April evening, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">laptop on the table playing <br />
"Kind of Blue" by Miles<br />
and I say "Thank you, God,"<br />
aloud. Apropos of nothing,<br />
save I'm alive and "working."<br />
Pure joy. Cigarette and a glass of<br />
iced bourbon. Muted trumpet,<br />
little bit of blue in the night sky<br />
fading to black, drummer playing brushes.<br />
I'm happy and I acknowledge it here<br />
as a phosphorescent fingernail of moon<br />
wanders east to west above the shingles,<br />
my white plastic chair where I scratch down<br />
notes about feeling good. Wonder where<br />
the part about God comes in. But I'll take it,<br />
I'll take it, and smile as I'm doing so.<br />
Here on the patio with my computer,<br />
glass of bourbon and the night sky growing<br />
a little darker every minute, a little richer every minute.<br />
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Roberts is a master of story-telling and recollection. Enter his world of "Geezers," "Egg Rolls," and "Walking Stick," and find yourself aching to see what's around the next curve in the road. <br />
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I was approached by Jason Baldinger and John Dorsey after our reading together in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, last April and they asked if NightBallet Press would like to see a new, very short manuscript of poems. I love the poems that Baldinger and Dorsey write, and the idea of a collaboration intrigued me, so I said sure, why not? This book is a result.<br />
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<strong><em>The Ugly Side of the Lake</em></strong> is a wild road trip through the Midwestern rust belt, with memorable pit stops and epiphanies along the way. The poems by Baldinger and Dorsey are printed alternately, with the stories they tell opposite each other, so the reader can see the same scene through two different pairs of eyes. As I worked on the book, I felt like I was buckled in beside them, going along for the ride!<br />
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<strong><em>The Ugly Side of the Lake </em></strong>is twenty pages long and contains twelve poems (appearing Baldinger, then Dorsey):<br />
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Postcard from Belle Missouri<br />
Linzi<br />
Popeyze<br />
At Popeyze Bar & Restaurant<br />
J & J's<br />
J & J's Caf<span style="font-size: small;">é on a Sunday Afternoon<br />
Oscar's Diner<br />
At Oscar's Classic Diner<br />
The Glory Hole<br />
At the Glory Hole<br />
Postcard from Rolla Missouri<br />
What Happens in Baltimore<br />
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These poems are new and powerful, and except for the occasional post on Facebook, have not appeared elsewhere!<br />
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Doing this book for Baldinger and Dorsey also gave NBP the opportunity to showcase a new and gifted artist: <strong>Matt Borczon</strong> of Erie, Pennsylvania, who graciously allowed us to use his brilliant collage, "Hellbilly," for the cover. <br />
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<strong>John Dorsey</strong> is the author of around fifty books and chapbooks; two of his most recent are <em>Shoot the Messenger</em> (Red Flag Press, 2017) and <em>Being the Fire</em> (Tangerine Press, 2016). His work has appeared in more than two thousand magazines and anthologies around the world. From 2003 to 2012, he served as an Artist-in-Residence at the Collingwood Arts Center in Toledo, Ohio, and in 2015, was awarded a Visiting Artist Residency by the Osage Arts Community in Belle, Missouri, where he currently resides. In 2017, Dorsey was appointed Belle's Poet Laureate by Mayor Steve Vogt, and he has founded the city's first literary publication, Gasconade Review.<br />
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<strong>Jason Baldinger</strong> is from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Recent publications include the chaplet <em>Fumbles Relevations</em> (Grackle and Crow), <em>Unconditional Surrender: An Anthology of Love Poems</em> (Low Ghost Press), <em>Rusty Truck</em>, <em>The Dope Fiend Daily</em>, <em>Lilliput Review</em>, <em>Nerve Cowboy</em>, <em>Zombie Logic Press,</em> <em>The Ramingo's Porch</em>, <em>Blue Mountain Review</em>, and <em>Heartland! Poetry of Love, Solidarity and Resistance</em> (online). Forthcoming is <em>Fragments of a Rainy Season</em> from Six Gallery Press in early 2019. You can hear Baldinger read some poems on recent and forthcoming releases by Theremonster and Sub Pop recording artists The Gotobeds, as well as at jasonbaldinger.bandcamp.com.<br />
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The printer was running hot yesterday with an initial print run of 120 copies, and <strong><em>The Ugly Side of the Lake</em></strong> is available for immediate mailing! NightBallet uses PayPal, the secure way to pay. Get your copy now for only $5 plus $3 shipping/handling!<br />
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</span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Dianne Borsenikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03228377373966856818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359139717487508347.post-74524865016066685032018-04-24T11:54:00.004-04:002018-04-24T11:54:35.936-04:00Loss and Foundering by John Burroughs - Reviews!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">NightBallet Press is pleased to report that John Burroughs and I just returned from an exciting reading tour in the Midwest. Everywhere we went, John read from his new NBP book, <em>Loss and Foundering</em>, which is gathering some very nice reviews. Here are some of the reviews, with many thanks to the reviewers and readers, and some photos of John reading his work.</span> <br /><br /><span id="freeTextContainer11036874392408331557">"This is truly a fabulous book. From the succinct haiku to the longer poems of anguish and wonderment, this is a book from a poet who has plunged the depth. There is joy to Burroughs also. A joy in the recognition of existence, a joy to be found in the revelation of honesty in the face of sorrow. To say the least, this book kicked my ass and will be a book that I go back to again and again."</span> <br />--John Greiner<br /><br /><span id="freeTextContainer4829862705949238517">"Heartbreaking and humorous by turns. Excellent wordplay. I enjoyed each poem, but I found several that demanded to be read aloud. So I did, and reveled in the sound of the words. I will read -- and speak -- these poems again and again."</span><br />-- Susan Lime<br /><br /><span id="freeText11334205426826469671">"Burroughs is a skilled explorer of language. This book, as his others continues to appreciate and push our crazy language as he explores grief, politics, and staying afloat through it all. Several of the poems are pure and heartbreaking. All of the poems are surprising and so worth our attention."<br />--S Stephanie</span><br />
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<br />You can get your very own copy of <em>Loss and Foundering</em>, and read all about its publication, <a href="http://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2018/04/loss-and-foundering-by-john-burroughs.html">HERE.</a>Dianne Borsenikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03228377373966856818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359139717487508347.post-51485896461924414592018-04-11T17:08:00.003-04:002018-04-11T17:20:28.126-04:00GASCONADE by Jeanette Powers!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<em><strong>Gasconade, </strong></em>by Jeanette Powers</span>!</div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><em><strong>Gasconade</strong></em> is a delightful romp through the little moments that matter, the big stories that define a life, and the special people one never forgets.</span> <span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Powers artfully tells tales and repeats conversations, letting the reader in on secrets, epiphanies, and hilarities, sometimes thrilling, sometimes gruesome, always fascinating.<br />
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<strong><em>Gasconade</em></strong> features a beautiful front cover art piece, "Opossom Gorget 11.9.16 Collage" by Bree, and contains sixteen poems on thirty-two pages. The cover is a thick, textured ivory card stock and the textured card stock insert is a pale robin's egg blue. The poems are printed on creamy ivory paper. The initial print run is seventy copies.<br />
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Jeanette Powers, is a lover of writing, rivers, and solitude, with a conviction about irreverence and an impish delight in disobedience. Her books of poetry range from wild surrealism to feminist rage, but Gasconade is the first to explore storytelling about her country to city life. She is the author of six books of poetry, most recently Perfectly Good Muses (Spartan Press, 2017). She's been published a bit here and there, performed a bit once and again, and focuses much of her time community building with the generative performance venue Uptown Arts Bar and the residency program at Osage Arts Community. And yes, her eyes really are that blue.<br />
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<em><strong>Gasconade</strong></em> will be released on Saturday, April 14, 2018, at the <a href="http://www.interurbanarthouse.org/calendar/2018/4/14/fountainverse-poetry-reading">FountainVerse Poetry Reading</a>, Overland Park, Kansas, at the InterBurban ArtHouse, 6 to 8 pm. <em>Loss and Foundering</em>, the powerful new book of poetry by John Burroughs, will be available at this event as well, with Powers, Burroughs, Jason Preu, and Dianne Borsenik feature reading from their books. <br />
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<em><strong>Gasconade</strong></em> is available for mail order beginning TODAY, Thursday, April 11 (although, as NightBallet Press is going on the road over the next week, no copies will be mailed before April 18). At $5 plus $3 shipping/handling, it's a real steal! You don't have to be a member of PayPal to order; just have a credit or debit card handy. (USA customers only; for outside the US, please email the editor at <a href="mailto:nightballetpress@gmail.com">nightballetpress@gmail.com</a> for postage costs.) (Pre)order your copy today!<br />
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<br />Dianne Borsenikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03228377373966856818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359139717487508347.post-17007093927051361982018-04-06T12:30:00.001-04:002022-12-05T14:07:38.213-05:00LOSS AND FOUNDERING by John Burroughs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are ecstatic to announce the publication and release of a new collection of poems by John Burroughs, <em><strong>Loss and Foundering</strong></em>!</span></div>
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<span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif"><strong><em>Loss and Foundering</em></strong> contains poems written by John Burroughs during the past nine turbulent years of his life. Confessional and raw, these poems reveal a heart both broken and healing through the power of love.<br />
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Diane Kendig, author of <em>Prison Terms</em> (Main Street Rag, 2018), writes:<br />
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"And while the poet is experiencing all these losses and his 'bark founders,' ... his poetry boat stays afloat ... to the fantastic music of puns, echo puns, rhyme and chime and rhythm."<br />
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Alex Gildzen, author of <em>The Arrow That Is Hollywood Pierces the Soul That Is Me</em> (2011) and <em>Son of Hollywood</em> (2018), writes:<br />
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"John Burroughs finds himself in a 'city of lost places.' that means he discovers himself living there but it also means that in that living he finds himself. by allowing us to follow him we recognize our losses & learn their light."<br />
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<em><strong>Loss and Foundering</strong></em> contains 36 pages of 24 poems. Front cover artwork is a collage, "Ohm 10.26.17" by <a href="http://www.theartistbree.com/">Bree</a>, enhanced with raindrops by Dianne Borsenik with Photo Lab PRO.The cover card stock is a linen-textured, pale dove gray, and the card stock insert is a deep royal blue. The poems are printed on a crisp white paper.<br />
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To buy <strong><em>Loss and Foundering</em></strong>, you may use the Buy Now button to order directly from the press, or you contact John Burroughs through his website for a signed copy. The cost is $10 plus $3 shipping, U.S. customers only. For outside the U.S., please contact the editor at <a href="mailto:nightballetpress@gmail.com">nightballetpress@gmail.com</a> for shipping charges.</span> <br />
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John Burroughs is a dynamic, nationally-touring poet and performer from the Cleveland area, and is the author of a dozen-plus books, including Beat Attitude and The Eater of the Absurd, both from NightBallet Press. In various past lives, he served as playwright-in-residence for the Ministry of Theatre at Marion Correctional Institution, his blog was ranked #1 on MySpace, he won the first poetry slam he competed in, and he cofounded the infamous Lix & Kix Poetry Extravaganza reading series and the almost-annual Snoetry: A Winter Wordfest. He is probably most proud of his work since 2008 as the founding editor of Crisis Chronicles Press. Learn more at <a href="http://www.crisischronicles.com/">Crisis Chronicles</a>.<br />
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<em><strong>Loss and Foundering</strong></em> makes its debut at the Appletree Books Reading and Reception this evening (Friday, April 6, 2018) at 6 pm, with John Burroughs present to sign his books. <br />
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Appletree Books <br />
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The Reception celebrates National Poetry Month, and honors NightBallet Press for decorating Appletree's two front windows with eleven NBP titles (all by Ohioan or former Ohioan poets). The theme of the window dressing is "Poetry Is SO Succulent!" and will remain in place during the entire month of April. <br />
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The Reading highlights NightBallet Press poets, and we are OVER THE MOON to feature three fantastic poets, Rikki Santer, Steve Abbott, and Chuck Salmons. Huge thanks to these poets for graciously consenting to make the trek from Columbus, Ohio, to Cleveland for the event. They will be reading and signing their books between 6 pm and 8 pm, and we invite <em>you </em>to join us - the event is free and open to the public!<br />
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Books featured in the windows include Toledo-area poets Jonie McIntire and Kerry Trautman, Columbus-area poets Pat Hurley, Steve Abbott, Rikki Santer, and Chuck Salmons, former Clevelanders Alex Gildzen and M. J. Arcangelini, and Cleveland poets Christine Howey, Margie Shaheed, and John Burroughs. Cover art by former Clevelander Bree and Ohioan Kevin Eberhardt are featured.<br />
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Many thanks to Lynn Quintrell and Jane Rothstein for inviting NBP to decorate the windows at Appletree Books, and for giving us the privilege of not only attending tonight's Reception, but for allowing us to have John Burroughs' book release and signing in the bookstore. You know you rock!<br />
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NightBallet Press is grateful to all its poets, wingmen, readers, supporters, and friends for the opportunities given it to publish and promote the wonderful world of poetry. Hugs!<br /><br />
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