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We publish poetry collections, art monographs, & occasionally play w/ airwaves.

All of our poetry collections are available as suggested-donation pdfs.




Poodle*     Tote Bag

 

Patronage
- Solmaz Sharif

They say
willingness is what one needs
to succeed.

They say one needs to succeed.

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Our poets do not imagine
a screaming

audience.

Our poets are used to padding,

vinyl, on the foldable chairs,
bookshelves on casters
moved aside
to make space for them

A world polite
for their words

A well-­behaved.
A world’s behavior

malformed and they step
in as one steps in
to a nursery and

quiet

calms the tantrum
attempts not to wake
the sleeping, the milk-­drunk

and burped babe.

Our poets coo.

And beg their feet be placed in a large room.

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Prize ring. Bull ring. Lion
through the ring of flames.

Poets convinced they are ringmaster
when it is with big brooms and bins, in fact,
they enter to clear the elephant scat.

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There was an inlet
I pulled over once to watch the sunset, which
was still another hour or so away, the light
just low enough there to begin to change.
I should’ve stayed. I should’ve stayed.

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A life of idle, with money

doing the work. A life beholden,
but bestowed. To make reformists of us all,

even the fascists.
Especially

of the fascists.

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But he’s a patron.
But he makes a star of us,
he makes us of rank.

But he’s a churchgoer

and they place their hands on him and pray and bountiful
grow their wives’ bellies, a bully
for each family. Exponential doom.

Singing to each other in the private gazebo of their youth.

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Now sing.

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I said what I meant
but I said it

in velvet. I said it in feathers.
And so one poet reminded me



Remember what you are to them.

Poodle, I said.

And remember what they are to you.

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Meat.



To build an ice house....
poem t-shirt


$25

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Short Sleeve: M,  L

w/ pocket: M, XL

long sleeve: XL


In collaboration with Ellie Gordon.
Screenprinted CMYK in LA.




For Polly
- Ellie Gordon

I want to feel like a soft dogs ear 
Pure and simple 
Devoid of artifice 

But i'm just trying to be in this body 

You tell me about charms 
Dripping sparkly things 
99 cents hopeful rhinestone 

Bought a music note pin east of new mexico 

Where theres this angel 
Who tells me I can be 
A soft dogs ear 
A man with an elixir 
A radio with no answer 
A healer with a switchboard 
A sturdy house in iowa 

Standing between cornfields 
Asking for more water 

The angel is a hydrosol mist 
Something about Joseph and his technicolors 

To hope for cornflowers 
To build an ice house 
To ask for longer days 

The sun laughs at you, 
In the sweetest possible way. 







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