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The Deeper, the Bluer
In this remarkable debut novel set in San Diego, 16-year-old Claire thinks she is pregnant and imagines that being a mother would be cool. As spring turns into summer, she learns all about motherhood---especially what it's like being a single mother---and the depths and joys of life resonate around a turquoise, community pool. Claire's mama, Virginia, is HIV positive, way too loud, and on an unusual quest. Claire's boyfriend’s mother, Molly, a poetic soul, has left behind a world of spousal abuse in Seattle. Renata, another mother, is an elegant, New York lawyer who watches her picture-perfect life come undone. And Dorie, a wild would-be writer and young mother, seeks to feel something at ...
Harlot
Few poets' roots go deeper than the Romantics; Jill Alexander Essbaum's reach all the way to the Elizabethans. In her Harlot one hears Herbert and Wyatt and Donne, their parallax view of religion as sex and sex as religion, their delight in sin, their smirking penitence, their penchant for the conceit, their riddles and fables, their fondling and squeezing of language. But this "postulant in the Church of the Kiss" is a twenty-first century woman, a "strange woman" less bowed to confession than hell-bent on fairly bragging of threesomes and more complications than were wet-dreamt of in Mr. W. H.'s philosophy. - H. L. Hix
God Damsel
Reb Livingston (hymnographer, crier of laments, wry chronicler of blockages, seepages and Thingamabobs) combs the spiritual runes, tunes and ruined stockings that remain after traffic between the sexes. God Damsel is a fractured, fractious and funny allegory which just might get biblical on your ass. Check it out. -Tom Beckett
Never Cry Woof
Santa Fe. the swagger of the ransom of the made-up funeral "Leave me alone Tony Randall" All accidents are intentional, but they're still accidents, buddy. "The planets that are our brains orbit fitfully" Look at Richard playing the piano with that shitface grin.. I've gotta go steal some whiskey now to drink with Ol' Roison the Beau. Take a look at a teenage harmony. "I got angry at the wastebasket there. " Some poets have images passing through their eyes like melting ore until their sockets seal shut . Shafer, hand, foot, etc . "his lungs are well supplied with blood" "Lemme get one of them Roman Coin datebooks" With rocks, salt and nails. We don't have to take this one down Garth. "To own a boat must be a pleasure" -- Eddie Berrigan
Mary Day Orchard
The author wants the reader to know he is into LOVE – whether affecting his heart or someone else's – as is the main character in this book – who dispenses love freely – never condemning the actions of those who know nothing of its existence and the want to understand its absence. Love conquers insecurities, respect for one–self and others, fears and bullying. To exist without it is unacceptable. After the author drove away from an orphanage while visiting China – he questioned if an orphan had the right to ask for anything. The reader will travel approximately 19 years with the main character after being found on the front steps of an orphanage in an apple scented fruit box.
Rough and Tumble
On the dusty outskirts of Vegas, there’s a down and dirty saloon where all sorts of lethally charming—and genuinely dangerous—men carouse to seduce the women who happen to venture inside on their way to and from Sin City. After Molly Preston flees a dead-end job with a lecherous boss, she finds herself in even hotter water after one of her best friends makes the wrong bet in a poker game with a sexy bad boy drifter in a backroom of the Rough & Tumble. The man’s name is Cash. And he offers Molly an indecent proposal—one hot night with him—that could erase her friend’s debt to him in one fell swoop. She wants to say yes, even if this electrifying man seems just as unsafe as he is tempting. One night becomes two...then more...and soon Molly is road tripping with Cash in the desert and exploring boundaries she never knew existed. But will indulging in this kind of pleasure leave her “normal” life in the dust? Crystal Green is a RITA nominated romantic fiction author. She is the author of the Vampire Babylon urban fantasy series, writing as Chris Marie Green.
Death Wish
Lana Harvey’s been through hell and back. As a reaper, it’s all part of the job, but the afterlife has been more turbulent than usual. The Second War of Eternity is underway, and the streets of Limbo City are heavy with the scent of carnage and betrayal. With the recent death of a dear friend, a lover-turned-spy, and temperamental gods breathing down her neck, Lana’s days seem numbered. But Eternity isn’t done with her yet. New to Lana and Limbo City? If you love urban fantasy steeped in mythology, dark humor, gritty action, and paranormal romance, begin this series with book one, Graveyard Shift, today! This series is complete at 7 books (plus a short story collection and illustrate...
The Myth of the Simple Machines
The gorgeous simplicity of Laurel Snyder's language makes all the possibilities-and the impossibility-of living stand out starkly. Her machines are thought machines, memory machines, the machines of false and daily logic, and we recognize them all. And, of course, they don't work this time either, but Snyder has found the poignancy in this, and more than that, she has found its meaning. A startling and touching book. --Cole Swensen
Shy Green Fields
Hugh Behm-Steinberg's Shy Green Fields is in company with books by poets who wrote about glorious ordinary days in extraordinary times. In a pillowbook of a hundred seven-line poems, this life, as it is written, has the shadow of Robert Creeley's A Day Book behind it, and the shadow of Federico Lorca in his famous, reiterated line, "Green, I love you, green, ..." a specific, and pacific, emotional response in difficult political times. Behm-Steinberg's book is, likewise, carnal, primal, and intellectual. Shy Green Fields exults in experience, "Such versions!"--Jane Miller
Glass Is Really a Liquid
Material (as in' concrete': glassine -- O liquid ) but abstract, say Miro in dialogue with Picasso. That is they're pretty painterly, the poems, with images that flow past one changing into words ...pixels ...serifs. Domestic, lyric, amorous -- well why not? Cracked, however, like the liberty bell. One can actually read them and be there, just reading, seeing (like you're really there, really really there. You get to stay yourself.) Steinlike (as in glasses), stained. Stunning. His best book yet. --Alice Notley
