A quick update on the poetry book: We’re in the proofing stage. There were some hiccups with the printer in regard to the cover, but it looks like things are figured out now. I’m awaiting one final proof copy, which I expect will come out just right. At that point, we’ll be all set to go to press.
All of this is just to say: If you’re going to order the book, do so now to save a buck while it’s still a preorder at the discounted price ($9 versus $10 once it goes to print). I don’t know how soon after the proof is approved that Epic Rites actually prints the books, but they tend to move fast.
PS: I should have a very limited number of copies available straight from me that I could sign for you, draw obscene pictures in, etc. More details on this here.
Hi there. I’m reading this Friday as part of the 2014 Albany Word Fest. If you’re local to Albany, NY, you’ve probably heard about this annual celebration of “the poetry and spoken word of upstate New York.” If not, more information (and a full schedule of events) is available here.
There’s a full week of events worth checking out. I’ll read a couple pieces at the open mic they’re holding this Friday, starting at 7 pm at the UAG Gallery (247 Lark Street). I think there are still spots available to sign up, if you’re interested. I’m scheduled to read at 9:05, though that will most likely shift earlier or later. Stop by if you can. It’s always an entertaining time.
My new collection of poems, The Ship is Sinking, is coming out soon from Epic Rites Press. It’s now officially available for preorder.
So…you should buy it. Maybe a couple copies. One for each room of your house. It’s only nine bucks right now–you can save a dollar by ordering before it’s released, which should be sometime this summer.
Some details: 54 pages. 32 poems, 19 or 20 that have never appeared anywhere, ain’t-never-been-seen-before.
And sweet baby Jesus, look at that cover! That’s the work of Julie Michelle Sparenberg, and I can’t thank her enough. We all judge books by their covers, so I’m glad as hell Wolfgang Carstens of Epic Rites got her to do this one!
More information coming soon. But grab your copy now!
Way back last summer, I posted something about Up the River, the new magazine put out by Albany Poets. At the time, the physical magazine hadn’t been published yet, but you could read my two pieces online.
Since then, the print magazine came out. It’s been a while, but I only recently got my hands on a copy. You can order yours here or here, or, if you’re local, just try getting it at one of the many open mics running in the area.
“Matt,” you might say. “Nearly the entire contents of this magazine are available on the internets, for free. Including both of your poems. Why would I spend my money on a print copy?”
Well, for one, it’s prettier in person. There’s a lot of art and photography in the print copy that never made it online. And reading things on paper is nicer than on a computer screen, I’d say. On the other hand, I should have a book of poems coming out later this year, so maybe you should save your ten bucks. I guess you’ll have to decide for yourself.
“Matt,” you might also say. “Is this post just an excuse to put up another picture of your daughter holding some magazine?”
Well, yes. Yes it is.
First new poem of the year went up yesterday. This one is called “Election Night,” about love, innocence, and politics. And if you’re thinking those things don’t go together, well…yeah.
You can read it over at the ever-reliable Headlock Press, where nobody asks who you voted for.
The newest issue of the Lummox journal landed in my mailbox this week, and it’s a big one. It offers poems from over 170 writers this time around, plus a slew of interviews and essays. I’ve barely made a dent in the thing myself, but so far it’s a great read. RD Armstrong, the editor, put a hell of a lot of work into this.
There’s stuff in there from favorites of mine like Frank Reardon, Alan Catlin, RL Raymond, April Michelle Bratten, Rob Plath… Oh, and I’m in there too, did you guess? My piece is called “You Remind Me of Philadelphia,” reminiscing about the day my car stereo got stolen (along with my copy of The Queen is Dead by The Smiths). That was a bummer.
Head on over to the Lummox Press website and order your copy now! And if you missed it, consider picking up a copy of #1, which came out last year. And maybe some of the other titles from Lummox Press. They’ve put out some good stuff–if you don’t like Henry Denander’s The Accidental Navigator, well, I’m not sure we can be best friends anymore.
You can find me over at Headlock Press once again, now with a poem called “My Best Work Yet.” It’s a 100% true story from my college days. I don’t usually bother pointing out when stuff I’ve written is “true” or not (most of it isn’t), but this one seems to merit a special note.
This piece also has the distinction of being the second poem of mine in a row over at HP that mentions dearly departed Lou Reed, for what that’s worth.
I walk away from the internet for a little while, and would you look what happens? Headlock Press goes ahead and puts up a couple more poems of mine, and I neglect to mention them here. So here goes:
Earlier last week, there was a poem based on my short-lived stint in education. It’s called, ahem, “Shut the Fuck Up.”
Then a few days ago, a poem called “Loaded” went up. An ode of sorts to the Velvet Underground, and the album Loaded specifically. I actually sent that one into Headlock the night before Lou Reed died, oddly enough.
Go check ’em out!
Stuff of mine continues to show up at Headlock Press. Today, we’ve got a poem called “Helium.” It involves baby showers and novelty helium balloons, and features some snarky comments from the editor.
Go take a look.
PS: Picture accompanying this post isn’t really related to the poem, but she’s a cute kid and this is my blog, damnit, I’ll do what I want.
Another new poem went live today at Headlock Press, home of “writing that grabs and holds.” This time I’m there with a quick one called “Rubber Ring.” Check it out, or as Moz might say, hear my voice in your head and think of me kindly.