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Cobbled Bridges: A Multidimensional Travelogue by Kelley McKenna (2022)

“Kelley McKenna’s account of life with and without her late husband makes reading Cobbled Bridges a wrenching and moving experience. Yet it is not her personal testimony alone that makes this brilliant collage of poetry and prose so painful to read. That the book’s language and diction are so exquisite and always so perfectly suited to its subject matter also occasions that response. I resort perforce to cliché here, even as I try to match the author’s own eloquence in my praise: Cobbled Bridges is so exquisitely rendered that it brings the reader to tears.” ~ Sydney Lea, Vermont Poet Laureate, 2011-2015

Horrific Punctuation by John Reinhart (2021) 

32 pages where commas scratch poisoned marks in blood on oblivion, Thor makes an enthusiastic appearance! shotguns make dark holes to mark the end...or maybe the beginning of something new. Zombies, harpies, Odin, Schrödinger's cat, Hermes, yetis, the Loch Ness Monster, and more nightmares are here to remind you that while punctuation can be bad, sometimes it is horrific.

dig it by John Reinhart (2018) 

In "dig it," Reinhart diverges from his previous collections, while remaining true to the core themes of reflective transformation. "We are living in Eden," he says, "but we've gone and painted it a color called puce. Time to plant dandelions."

Read Punch Holes So It Can Breathe, from the collection.

Speak by Jay Rossier (2017) 

From the author of Living With Chickens, this collection was published shortly after Rossier's death at 51.

"I don’t know what it is I’m supposed to do. I don’t know what the tools are.I don’t have the manual."Toward the end of a difficult battle with cancer, Jay Rossier, author of Living with Chickens, compiled this collection of poems. These poems wrestle with the gristle of life, from a child hesitant to pick up a kitten, "its loose bag of skin, the bones / and organs sliding around under your fingers," to frustrations with illness, "Living to me now / means keeping to myself." Each one looks life in the eye unafraid to lose the staring contest, but determined to speak.