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“One is never trapped by what seems better or worse, but one simply exists, curiously rising above surrounding tarnish and ailment, listening to oneself via voiceless alchemical mirrors.” From King Leopold’s atrocities in the Congo to modern-day American consumerism, Will Alexander’s The Contortionist Whispers examines a poet’s role across space and time as a lingual power, a “practitioner of occult harvests,” recruiting and combining the former insights of many—William Blake, Fernando Pessoa, Aimé Césaire, Alfonsina Storni, Jayne Cortez, Antonin Artaud—into one momentously moving effort to move beyond both being and nothingness: “As poet one remains consumed by black radii and tension. In this circumstance the poet remains susceptible to collective psychic squalls, to viral winds from duplicitous infernos.”




​THE CONTORTIONIST WHISPERS
by Will Alexander


​Handbound, silkscreened cover
(Cover art by Will Alexander)
Limited edition of 50
​26 pages


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“shedding this swan skin dreaming roses, writing roses / eating roses (death is a rose i carry in the pocket of my dress)” Down with the sickness of another deathly smog? Mai Ivfjäll’s Sick Sonnets is a seismic, Anthropo-scenic collection of poems that sonnet with sonic roses and serpents’ nectar; with orchid-birthing bodies and the moon’s maria seas. Each poem will Insta-filter your body; infect you; "Leeloo" you! The toxic p(h)ages of this chapbook will plague your tomorrows with yesterday’s bees. It will make you weep. “who wrote the list of the saddest words in the english language / on dictionary.com? healing is an endless emptying there is nothing / cosmic about this blankness i slip in & out of time i am billy pilgrim”


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SICK SONNETS
 by Mai Ivjfäll

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​Handbound, silkscreened cover
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​​28 pages


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​Mejer Caso demonstrates an extraordinary ability to balance obfuscation and clarity to render a mesmerizing, dynamic, layered collection that is both vertiginous and knowable.

-Publishers Weekly

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​POSTSCRIPT by Valerie Mejer-Caso
An e-chapbook translated by Michelle Gil-Montero
With photographs by Barry Shapiro
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Don't weep for the wineteeth wisteria or meat's ponderous elevatoring down past the 13th floor of the body. Choose glee gush today. Snag a copy of Alex Gregor's rollicking & effulgent The Pollen Path. A cottonwood will bellyache 25 million seeds into the skyways. On every page of Gregor's pouring avowals you'll hear eassy 33 million seedlings crackle and upstart. Ah, the language sways with the promises of all the limbs & wings & waters to come. Frank Stanford had a grandbaby & his name is Gregor, Alex, Path, Pollen, The.


-Abraham Smith, author of Destruction of Man


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THE POLLEN PATH by Alex Gregor
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​​38 pages


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​Carleen Tibbetts' poems relentlessly bloom across a data dump of fetishized eyes, power surges, potential hazards, and catacombish network "(de)vices." DATACYLSYM.jpg is the image search that results in what eyes want, what machines need. Tibbetts' jarring poetry scrolls like the skies of some Blakean apocalypse ("the corpse morphosphere/of a necrotic moon") and clickbaits I's with its dynamic language ("bedouin deb(it) nexus/price-decline closeout cutlet/disruption of a bruise/where you tender tend her"). This is a poet of spectacular transmissions. A poet of arcades and archives. A Heaven and Hell of of a poet.


-Paul Cunningham, author of The House of the Tree of Sores


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Dataclysm.jpg by Carleen Tibbetts
Handbound, silkscreened cover
Limited edition of 50
​​24 pages
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​I remember the first time I encountered Dennis' Poems About Moss. It was October. I was in Philadelphia drinking coffee at a large table made from a slab of smooth polished wood. I read Poems About Moss and thought about the strange way language brushes its fingers against things without ever capturing them whole. It brought me into the present, into an awareness of minutes.


-Zachary Cosby, Editor at Fog Machine






​Poems About Moss by Dennis James Sweeney
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​​36 pages
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