Heliotropes by Nicholas Leaskou

Now available! The long-awaited chapbook debut from Nicholas Leaskou, long-form book reviewer, (see Jacket2), former Poet as Radio co-host, and poet.

He is a poet, editor, and jeweler from San Francisco. His poems and reviews have appeared in Jacket2, Dusie, Vallum, Switchback, Midway, Boog City, and 14 Hills: The SFSU Review. After receiving his MFA from the University of San Francisco in 2009, he coproduced/hosted Poet as Radio, an online poetry show airing live weekly at SF Community Radio from 2011–2014. To liberate himself from words — as needed — he composes artisan jewelry.

Orders

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Excerpt:

Upper / Lower

Bach’s organ

On the Headlands

Through wet

Glass

In the sky

A thousand branches

Of cypress

Listen in

Corwin St. Garden

A salamander

Stares at his

Rare shadow

On my thumb

Sliced by yucca

Earfuls of

Satie’s Vexations

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Review of Steven Seidenberg's "Duration Knows No Law"

Density of textuality meets a precise level of aural acrobatics...

http://yellowrabbits.weebly.com/the-reviews/april-12th-2017

New Chapbook Available

From Steven Seidenberg's "Duration Knows No Law"

"The marshalling of one’s affiliates into an amalgam of instantaneous reflexes requires the exclusion of everything else. Intolerance is not merely the effect of common orders of kinship—the feint of consanguinity, both compulsive and by choice—but is equally intrinsic to the nature of discernment; to the indolence of being in a world…"

Duration Knows No Law

Domestic $6.00 USD International $9.00 USD

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crude matter

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Excerpt:

  it is a wing. it is two wings.

it is many counted and a territory unmappable.                

we place spaces to signify having been placed in space.                     

and why here?

it is night.

mention it is night.                

how the stars are where you are.                           

our day starts off truncated.

by this inconsistent breathing.

something like,

to unsay one has to care about

what one is not saying.         

how confined.

how molded to designation.

and as the motion made the hair fly off the forehead

the one speaking said,

it's as if the distance were all around your body,

and we begin to get worried.                                 

not wondering yet where it went.

it being an expression of standing still.

New Chapbook For Sale!

It's been over a year since ypolita has offered a new book! So excited to give you all erica lewis's new chapbook, voodoo child vintage church bird house/wood. 

voodoo child vintage church bird house/wood

Out of Print

Excerpt:

when i needed you last winter*

breaker breaker

this is brown sugar

something wild

inside american 

analog only skin 

between us

signifies my extinct

backspace

puncture

history is now

we paid for our songs

This singular notion 

of an absolute 

acutely aware of being 

every cell 

in my body breaks

sporting a name tag 

with a fancy title

laying here 

in the same room 

just feels like everything

summer can’t tell 

the difference

sixty settings

let’s be young

let’s pretend 

previous warmth

i mean i don’t mind

that we, too

almost always

are the absence 

of shared experience

and it is here

renovations 

in the act of remembering

that my body cannot decide

whether it wants

to live or die 

image

memory

mortality

we will wander around

we will find each other

perhaps ok 

will be our always

like today is yours

like you are yours

i roar for you

old endings

that begin

what do we do about that

cut your teeth 

on the lack of answers

this is where the light 

pulls and pulls you in

and severance sings 

let’s be honest

we've charmed the shit out of the world already

yes, yes we have

we have charmed the shit outta everyone

*superwoman (where were you when i needed you)

New Chapbook available now from Sunnylyn Thibodeaux! Against What Light Out of Print

Excerpt:

Hello fog

Hello sesame seeds stuck to the bottom of my feet

I no longer proclaim to be a ghost, a gush

according to others

“most of us never feel at home anywhere”

This has been settled

Way beyond underneath

I rode around the circle 37 times

one barefoot run, one face plant

Today is a day of waiting

not for the light, or an explanation

just for the companion at the end

9:iii:11

Review: Suzanne Stein’s Passenger Ship

Review: Suzanne Stein’s Passenger Ship

Suzanne Stein
Passenger Ship
San Francisco: Ypolita Press
2013
[32 p.] .ill
Softcover, $6

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