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At The Lit Pub, Alexander J. Allison re oh no everything is wet now, the collab ebook by Ana C. and Richard Chiem.
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Congratulations to Ofelia Hunt’s Today & Tomorrow for winning the Alt Lit Gossip Best Debut Novel of 2011. What a proud looking sea blob.

Congratulations to Ofelia Hunt’s Today & Tomorrow for winning the Alt Lit Gossip Best Debut Novel of 2011. What a proud looking sea blob.

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2012 Catalog!

2012 is here, so it’s time for a 2012 catalog! Books to read before Iran blows up the Mayans or whatever! The first book will be in April, a lovely new book of poems from Jordan Stempleman: No, Not Today, a book Heather Christle calls “affectionate” and “heartening.” Dana Ward says: “These endeared lyrics take the week, the month, the year and distress their order, gently, and with unprecedented care.” Wise out of the side of the mouth, funny and pillow talking, No, Not Today’s daily delvings are “clearly intimate and at home / in the country,” impressed and terrified by the consistency of life and love. Reading the poems of Jordan Stempleman is like becoming your own trust fall partner. Pre-order your copy today at a discount! Read an excerpt chapbook online! Stay tuned for lots of crazy hype projects like movies of guerilla poem hiding and birthing and all sorts of treasure-oriented new ways to take on your days.

Coming Fall 2012: Quarry Light, a book of short stories by Claudia Smith that melts the boundaries between horror and literary fiction, because what is more terrifying than the domestic soul?

Coming Winter 2012: The Skin Team, a novel by Jordaan Mason of mesmerized violence and the shape shifting between love and sex and the singing that happens when the power goes out.

Visit us at AWP where we’re sharing a table with Juked! We are very excited for 2012. We think our books will spin a whole lot of air.

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Leigh Stein—author of the awesome new novel The Fallback Plan—included Smiles of the Unstoppable on her Best Poetry Books of 2011 list over at No Tell Motel, and she had this to say: “Bredle’s poems are like if an anxiety attack and a Grimm fairy tale got together and had a love child inside a supermarket.” Damn straight. Thanks, Leigh! =)

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FRANK HINTON ON OFELIA HUNT @WWAATD
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One Hundred and One Nights by Benjamin Buchholz

Benjamin Buchholz, author of Thirteen Stares—one of the first two chapbooks Magic Helicopter Press ever put out, from a series we originally published in NOÖ [8]—has an awesome new novel out from Back Bay called One Hundred and One Nights. So stoked to see someone who’s worked so hard tell a story like this and have it hit the big time. Buchholz is a prose singer with a heartbeat and teeth. Definitely read this book. Here’s a description:

After 13 years in America, Abu Saheeh has returned to his native Iraq, a nation transformed by the American military presence. Alone in a new city, he has exactly what he wants: freedom from his past. Then he meets Layla, a whimsical fourteen-year-old girl who enchants him with her love of American pop culture. Enchanted by Layla’s stories and her company, Abu Saheeh settles into the city’s rhythm and begins rebuilding his life. But two sudden developments—his alliance with a powerful merchant and his employment of a hot-headed young assistant—reawaken painful memories, and not even Layla may be able to save Abu Saheeh from careening out of control and endangering all around them.

A breathtaking tale of friendship, love, and betrayal, One Hundred and One Nights is an unforgettable novel about the struggle for salvation and the power of family.

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februaryy:

from Suicide Mountianby Matt Suss
I don’t give a fuck. I talk to unicorns.I talk to the dead for a very long time.  Someone give me your orange juice.  We do whatever the fuck we want.  Prop open the door with your pregnant gold retriever.  Some people can’t touch glitter without getting cut.  Smoke dust. Hail Satan.  I’m a spaceman tethered to the mother  ship, tripping on my minor depression.  My costume is my brain eating itself.  Some nights I can’t get Halloween enough.  To the points on the globe, I say next war, next war.  I keep the ghosts of birds in my breathing.  This is my body. This is the end. I’m going in.

februaryy:

from Suicide Mountian
by Matt Suss

I don’t give a fuck. I talk to unicorns.
I talk to the dead for a very long time.
Someone give me your orange juice.
We do whatever the fuck we want.
Prop open the door with your pregnant gold retriever.
Some people can’t touch glitter without getting cut.
Smoke dust. Hail Satan.
I’m a spaceman tethered to the mother
ship, tripping on my minor depression.
My costume is my brain eating itself.
Some nights I can’t get Halloween enough.
To the points on the globe, I say next war, next war.
I keep the ghosts of birds in my breathing.
This is my body. This is the end. I’m going in.

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untilimakeit:

I‘m going to chew off
a shitty part of my life, follow
a black-magic recipe requiring
the tails of newts, the fingernails of virgins,
the boiling of and drinking of and bathing
in it, so that, as it is with the best lizards,
something new will grow in shitty’s place.
If your car stops…

(Source: noojournal.com)

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lipsbetweenthehips:

i had a job interview
the woman asked me
how comfortable i am
with talking to people
guess what
i lied to her

- brittany wallace

(Source: noojournal.com)

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(Source: iamtheroses)