from one temple to the other, the ebony blood of my virtual suicide drains in virulent silence the bullets crisscross my brain day and night dispersing inside the skull an odor of detonated gun powder, of clotted blood, of chaos.
A couple of years ago author and provocateur Ron Kolm began soliciting from his Unbearables crew contributions to an anthology containing essays about the worst books they had ever read. The result, aptly, is The Worst Book I Ever Read, recently out from the radical Brooklyn publisher Autonomedia.
Poet Cara Benson curates astute thinkers who claim impossibilitys possible in Predictions, the fourth work in the subversive ChainLinks series.
Joanna Howards lapidary debut On the Winding Stair is an escalier spiraling with brocaded lyricism, alternately swathed in darkness and bathed in phosphorescence.
Passion Maps is a generous new book of poems that charts ancient and complex subjects.
Growing up sucks. From the appearance of zits and getting grounded to disastrous encounters and embarrassing put-downs by an unattainable crush, being a teenager can be rough. But what if it was worse?
Invisible, the latest novel from Brooklyns prolific Paul Auster, is deftly plotted and compulsively readable.
Like cowgirls? Like flyboys? Like reading? Then youll really like Rebecca Brown. If youre lucky, you already know about her.
Blake Butler is part of a generation of authors who publish both in print and online as a means of entering a literary dialogue, paying respect to old ways by doing tremendous things with the new.