I’m happy to report that two poems of mine were just released as broadsides by 48th Street Press.
Each year, 48th Street Press puts out a small number of poetry broadsides — poems printed in limited edition on fancypants card-stock paper. I have two broadsides available: “Going dark” and “I saw you.” Only twenty copies of each exist in the world.
If you’re local (to me), let me know if you’d like a copy and we’ll figure something out. If you’re not local, you can order a set of them from me for two bucks, shipping included, via PayPal. I have signed and hand-numbered these bad boys, by the way.
Two signed, numbered poetry broadsides
by Matt Galletta
Published by 48th Street Press
Other contributors to the broadside series this year include favorites of mine like Wolfgang Carstens, Lawrence Gladeview, (fellow Albany poet) Alan Catlin, Kevin Ridgeway, Ben John Smith, John Yamrus…the list goes on! You’ll have to seek out these other writers yourself to get copies of theirs. Which I highly recommend you do. After you send me two bucks, that is.
Four new poems of mine are being featured at Bold Monkey. You can read “A hell of a deal,” “Let it soak,” “Moth,” and “Customer Service” here.
In case you missed it, George Anderson of Bold Monkey wrote a review of The Ship Is Sinking and interviewed me about the book earlier this month. Read that stuff here. I thank George for the support.
Thought I’d try doing misleading, Buzzfeed-style headings again. How’s this one?
Anyway, a poem called “You Remind Me of Philadelphia,” about a stolen car stereo, is up at Headlock Press as of this weekend. It was first printed in Lummox a couple years ago, though it’s a little different now, I think.
Stay tuned for a few new things coming out early 2016.
A couple pieces I wrote went up at Headlock Press this week.
You can take a look at a story/prose poem thing I wrote around five million years ago. I had originally called it “Detective Story” but then a (now-defunct) online mag published it with the new title of “A Metaphor.” Fast-forward a few years, I show it to Paul Agostino, editor at HP, and he rechristens it “Creating Conflict.” I’m eager to see who renames it next.
That one’s followed by “Must be nice,” a poem from a while back.
The whole thing starts off with an excerpt from an email I sent to Paul recently. It includes my response to his new book, Appalachian Calculations. I see now how what I wrote reads almost like a book review, and you can take it as such. The book is non-fiction, a collection of short essays and anecdotes about Paul’s travels through small-town mountain country in North Carolina. Spoiler alert: It’s a good book, and worth the fifteen bucks it’ll cost you to get a copy.
Continuing the dumb Buzzfeed-style headlines. I’m enjoying myself, at least.
A very short new poem called “Let me hold on to this” went up on Red Fez just yesterday. It’s part of issue #78 for Red Fez, and I’m sharing space with some great folks like fellow Epic Rites Press author Zarina Zabrisky.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been in Red Fez: Check my “profile” which has links to the other stuff of mine that the Fez has published.
Gonna try doing misleading Buzzfeed-style headlines like the above from now on. Enjoy that.
Anyway, I have a short story titled “Helen Keller in Reverse” in The Lonely Whale Memoir: An Anthology, which just came out from Chatsworth Press. My story is not about whales. Most of the book isn’t about whales. Instead, here’s what the jacket copy says:
Since 1989, the world has been following the heartbreaking journey of the Lonely Whale. For reasons unknown, he or she cannot speak the same language as other whales. Referred to by some as the 52-Hz Whale—because of its unique frequency of whale song—the Lonely Whale has been tracked roaming the oceans alone, listening in vain for a song that will never be returned.
The Lonely Whale Memoir gives voice to the unheard song within all of us, capturing themes and feelings sparked by the actual Lonely Whale. Through compelling stories and passionate poetry we will swim past the isolation that normally separates us and, for a moment, truly connect.
I just finished reading my copy of the book last night, and I highly recommend it. A lot of great stories and poems in there; among them, there’s one called “Neighborhood Watch” by a Courtney Bird that’s worth the price of admission alone, I think.
Looks like you can purchase a copy from Amazon, or straight from the publisher. Get your whale on.
Four poems went up last week over at Headlock Press. I don’t know why I didn’t realize till tonight.
There’s Shuttered, Bus Stop at 10 P.M., Big, and Careers & Finance. Some sad, some fun, some weird. I’ll let you be the judge of which is which.
This past summer, I mentioned something about the Punk Chapbook Subscription series being released by Epic Rites Press/Tree Killer Ink. The set of 14 no-frills, no-bullshit chapbooks has started arriving on doorsteps around the world–did you get yours?
My entry in the series is a creepy short fiction piece called The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of. It involves car accidents, transcription services, and The Maltese Falcon. As most stories do.
I’ve been tearing through my set of the chapbooks, and it’s a great collection. In particular, I thought Lawrence Gladeview’s Praying for a Spare and Janne Karlsson’s Street Life were fantastic, as were two other short fiction pieces, RD Armstrong’s Magic Fingers and Zarina Zabrisky’s The Beast Generation.
The full set of chapbooks is selling for $40 plus shipping, and is worth every penny. If your allowance won’t cover that, though, I’m offering a few copies of just my title here.
A poem of mine just went up over at Headlock Press. Been a while since I had anything there.
This one’s called “The Comedienne“. It’s short, and there’s no cover charge, so come on in.
And stay tuned. More stuff coming soon.
A short story of mine is coming at you soon from Epic Rites Press: I’m included in the upcoming Punk Chapbook Series, a collection of short works by fourteen authors, available only by subscription.
I think this is going to be a great series. These are going to be black-and-white, old-school chapbooks offering, as editor Wolfgang Carstens put it, “No bells and fucking whistles.”
For your subscription money, you get a chapbook each from favorites of mine like Lawrence Gladeview, Misti Rainwater-Lites, Rob Plath…actually, you should just go check the page to see the whole list of writers. They’re all excellent. Plus, each chapbook features cover art by the talented/demented Janne Karlsson. See the cover for mine to the right.
My entry in the series is a single short story called “The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of” that’s a bit…different.
You can read more about the series and subscribe at the Epic Rites/Tree Killer Ink site. I might add, ahem, that Epic Rites is the same publisher that will soon be putting out that poetry collection of mine I might have mentioned a few too many times already. Why not order both?