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Print: $15.00 I was apprenticed to the frenzied atmosphere, the verandas that open into dark wind.... Bowen is apprenticed to the “frenzied atmosphere" and in it she finds the crucial minutiae, in it she finds skirts of night and a woman’s heart as a wind-up bird. Bowen’s poetry is where we go to read that heart—as old- time paper valentine and as fist of flesh: valved and valued...letters written with the bones of birds. So it is, so it was that Here, we came for the ghost of the word/ inside the other word: and here, in the bird museum we are haunted by all that is visual as it is visceral and Bowen, playful, brilliant, curator, reminds us that this place is a synaesthete’s playground--where the eye partakes in the delicious but no less-so than the ear, for here: If you listen, you can hear the holes in the alphabet, sounds lit by the lamps of our bones. Like birds we might even rise, our lamp-lit bones: luminous and... fly in a perfect line. Ariana-Sophia Kartsonis
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Print: $15.00 “It’s time to gather rest under duress.” Music and its family of allied arts reigns high in the world Logan Ryan Smith has carved for his Singers. Dance and ritual act as counterforces to the martial law the poem has been written under, in this time of Iraq incursion that touches every aspect of our lives. Smith sends out these poems like bulletins to his heroes, his confreres, his girlfriends, his dead; in the serial form pioneered by Jack Spicer, John Ashbery, Robin Blaser, and Larry Kearney, the tropes rumble like card tricks—Spicer’s forests, diamonds, Giants and knights advance and retreat across a musical chessboard. If there was no one else writing poetry in all of the Bay Area, we would still be “covered”; with Logan Ryan Smith at bat we’ll see angels in the outfield. —Kevin Killian
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Print: $20.00
we are i and my spooky sister. we invade the silence of sounds. he wrote:
i dream every day and, really, they are always beautiful dreams
she dreamt of a road that knows only the horizon. she dreamt of a hug that was hotter than chillies. she dreamt of a ceiling of butterflies.
from The Butterflies and the Burnings
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StrataStrata (book)
Print: $15.00 “With its intense subjectivity piercing through to the I that doesn’t say ‘I,’ this sequence is like a Paris winter that finally makes it to March, relaxing sweetly. One is most often you, but “you are sound.” I love the sound of Strata, the movement of reading it, down, across, and through, to return.” -Alice Notley
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Print: $13.00 modern poetry, English
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Print: $13.00 new modern and innovative poetry in English
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CORNSTARCH FIGURINE, 2006
a Dusie Press Book by Elizabeth Treadwell
Author Bio:
Elizabeth Treadwell was born in Oakland, California in 1967, of Cherokee, English, Irish and unknown heritage, she lives there now with her family. Her previous books include the 2004 poetry collection _Chantry_ and _Lilyfoil +3_. Treadwell's work appears in a number of anthologies including, 100 Days, Bay Poetics, and Writing Under the Influence: America's New Women Poets & the Generation That Inspires Them. Since 2000, she has served as director of Small Press Traffic Literary Arts Center in San Fransisco, where her projects have inluded the conference Indigenous Writing Now, as well as revivals of plays by Djuna Barnes, Margaret Cavendish, and Gertrude Stein, she also edits SPT's magazine, Traffic. For further information, please see: elizabethtreadwell.com.
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