Apologies to Helen Hajnoczky and Andrew Topel

Oops.

A year ago, two chapbooks came and two chapbooks went. They went out of print before they could be posted, then they just never got posted. But for the sake of habit and posterity, here they are...

tea cosy by Helen Hajnoczky

These poems see the trouble with easy.

Helen has received some well-deserved attention of late: short-listed for the Matrix LitPop Poetry Award, a nod on Lemonhound's poetry round-up, and a what-what on rob mclennan's internet HQ.

To see what Helen's up to these days, visit her online teacosy.

s c o r e s by Andrew Topel

This folio collects some twenty music-inspired letter collages.

Young, American, and : Andrew Topel.
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fact-space has landed!

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Grab your aluminum foil hats & hold on to your crystal radios because Ross Priddle's poetry will steal your mind and then blow it! In this fleeting collection of phrase collages, Priddle points out the humorous, the bizarre, and the downright wrong writings one might encounter on any given day in our present futuristic world of teleporting words and “quithink.” As you read, you’ll see how the “micro-movements” of “zen pixels” science-factually transforms you into either a “receiver of nothing” or an “infoglutton.”

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barely available

poetry, 8pp, 4.25x5, hand-stitched

isbn: it's too good for that

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A Little Death for Everyone…

A lifetime ago, in November, Lars Palm’s death is… was born late one night of black cardstock, cocktail napkins, & vulgar stitching. This haunting collection of spine-spinning mesotics engages with such immortal subjects as murder, sacred clowns, shrouded gnomes, & hot water music. Get your lethal dose of poetry here, and after reading these pulse-ending elegies, you won’t care if you do die!

death is…
Barely Available
poetry, 13pp, 4.25x5, machine-stitched
isbn: 978-0-9783004-3-2
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