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New Amy De'Ath Broadside (grab it hot!)

Head's up! It's the first Crater of 2010, and it's a grand little broadside from Amy De'Ath: Andromeda / The World Works for Me. There's a drawing by her too and it's fantastic. £4 [£5 ROW]. Letterpressed &c. &c.

Praise for Amy:

"Amy De'Ath is the new fire for mortals. She peoples space. She plays tricks with the gods and with her readers. This is personal, and it's hot shit." — Marcus Slease

Last October Amy started a pretty neat blog, which can be found at http://www.amydeath.wordpress.com

Email me at richie_fire@hotmail.com if you want one. (+ a few copies of Harry Gilonis's Acacia Feelings left too). Paypal / cheques please.

Also, why not subscribe? £50 (£55 ROW)'ll get you 10 copies or £50/5 worth of Craters, whichever takes longer. Other suggestions welcome.

ta-ta,

Richard

OCHO 29

some of my poems from Spanish Fork and Ankara in the new OCHO.







OCHO #29 is now available online:

OCHO 29


Also in print directly from CreateSpace:

OCHO 29 print edition

Ocho #29
By John Korn, David Krump, William Keckler, Wille Perdomo, Ron Androla, Michelle McEwen, Marie-Elizabeth Mali, William Stobb, Melissa McEwen, Grace Cavalieri, Sam Rasnake, Steve Halle, Matthew Hittinger, Marcus Slease, NIcole Mauro, Didi Menendez

OCHO is MIPOesias Magazine's print companion.


Publication Date:
Jan 22 2010
ISBN/EAN13:
1450547273 / 9781450547277
Page Count:
88
Binding Type:
US Trade Paper
Trim Size:
6" x 9"
Language:
English
Color:
Black and White
Related Categories:
Poetry / American / General

Soon from Amazon, Barnes and Noble and your favorite Independent Bookstore.

Thank you,
Didi Menendez

anakra (18 Jan 2010)

i was attacked by a wild pack of dogs today . . . on campus . . . 10 of them . . . visited a few hospitals to find rabies shot . . . only one public hospital had it . . first set today . . . jeans all ripped up . . . . guess they came from nearby forest . . must have been really hungry . . . i am a lucky fella . . . they are being hunted tonight . . . ahhhh . . . . new experiences . . .

Ankara

18 Jan 2010

a wild pack
of family

dogs
came

running
through the trees
at me

a pack, a pack
a hun-
gry

pack
doth froth

and howl
tonight

i've taken
off

i've taken
off

my
trousers

oh!

Ankara

17 Jan 2010

I’ve been
clowned
by the
transcendental
trickster
my hand is
reaching
forward
to touch
his feathered
wing i close
my bedside
table
my
miniature
satellite
my nomadic
blanket
the happiness
game is a fore-
play fondling
a chirping frog
snapped in
the mythic
lips aflame
in revolving
credit a mutual
mood ring
chump
chump
stooped
in too much
tenderness
this is not
a free trade
zone

Ankara

15 Jan 2010

in the valley of the fairy chimneys
in Goreme I have yet to see
I’m tunneling out of the old bogs
into an arid sky
hollowed out by ancient people
a tree of evil eyes

Ankara

14 Jan 2010




what is raki without
rhyme what is the Ouzo
effect what is lion’s
milk what are
bluejays without
Hermes and tele-
phones and and
bulls and blue
brains and fools and
belated classics nibbling
at the gutted backslap
of plasticity of outter
space the people
are still moving
unassailed and they
are free in their pussies
and crocks free to love
in this red clay of Ankara

the latest

Lunch yesterday:

Ayran sour yogurt with Kansik Pide and Ali Nazik Kebap


breakfast today:

karamel & cevizli Helva, Turkish coffee, sour yogurt, white cheese, fresh baked bread . . . . . . .

Ankara

12 Jan 2010

Cybele Cybele
centre of the Anatolian pantheon
ritually castrated a hidden noise
is woven into this Turkish rain
drumming dancing and drinking
upon the long sleeves of a priest
the Turks did give the Dutch
their tulips

veni vidi vici

13 Jan 2009

the lunar bull
is damp with sweat and I am amid the testicles
of another wet winter
a stranger is at my doorsteps
a stranger spoons the silt
of Turkish coffee
into my cup
I have eaten
Ayran sour yogurt
with Kansik Pide &
Ali Nazik Kebap

11 Jan 2010 (Ankara, Turkey)

It is 03.28 on the second day and my fridge is full of Pınar Doğal Yoğurt. There is a haze of lights outside my window. We were at REAL shopping centre. Prayers crowned the air. I was a translated clam. This is where the world's nuts are made. I'm waiting for the ruins of a Roman bath. I'm waiting for the temple of Augustus. I'm waiting for the Monument to a Secure Confident Future! Everybody seems hard on the face but soft in the mouthholes.

It is 06.42. I've slept one hour. 15 min till I am supposed to awake. It was a night with my life. Or parts thereof. Snow and microbrews, ping pong beer, erotic nights in hotel rooms. Paper routes and swimming pools. Little boy and big boy. Dusty hands against the window, sweaty trousers and moldy cheese. Hands on the nightstand. Running & running round the tracks. Jesus on the ceiling. Angel light from passing trucks. Tootsie rolls from Mormon missionaries. Las Vegas lakes and rocket ships.

It is 09.00. It has rained an…

quick take from the notebook

Chicago to Istanbul (8 Jan 2010)



You write if as if something is happening to you. I am happening. This is a happening. Happy haze grazes these sentences. Do not trust goodwill. History decays. What is an exception? The cold duck wades into the pond. I don’t want to get out but get in. How do the flowers suffer? It has happened. You are crushed in my nasals. I’m saying hello to my heart. I’m an abducted alien. Kristy Thomas is not an illusion. A pencil is an extension. We are not prigs. This is not a game. I am still drinking you in.

now residing in Ankara, Turkey

My Bilkent University faculty flat . . . . . swanky!!!!

Spanish Fork, Utah ( 5 Dec 2009

)

the gospel shakes toughest place meanest dang
caper imagination mothers i must admit this
spit was hot we must gather round gather
round the fireside please please we need
more rattlesnakes more chickensnakes more
bellies for the beasts

my brethren run in broad shoes, my breath
inhales nostalgia and exhales

foamy whispers
passion’s armada

no. this is not yr mother’s milkshake
yr uncle’s saliva, each wall
is a universe

and behold god
once darkened skin
of those who let
go of the iron
rod but now it
is no longer PC
to have wives
or darken skin
for evil ways

my eyes will break, have broken
into the old sockets, the old
golden plates, chopping heads
off for righteousness ah ha
um hum please keep running
me over with your soft wheels

freshman initiation party at Regent College, Poland

Partying with my college students in Poland :-)

4 Jan 2010 (Spanish Fork)

oh
pioneers
the curtains
are painted
with min-
ature spuds
busy bees
busy bees
a hive near
footprints
from a husband
chasing
his wives
Cowboys
versus
Indians
nephites
versus
lamanites
in the book
of Abraham
kolob
is near
god's
throne
near the
sun this
is the place
said
Brigham
Young