4 • 30 • 2017
Spring is a time when flowers you have never seen turn colors you don't know the names of.
Which makes it a great time to reveal our newest chapbook—maybe the most mysterious thing we've ever published!
~~ Holodeck One ~~
Horses and holographs. Identity as orbit. A bricolage of psychocartography, a prism in love, poems for when the aliens finally come but only want to talk to the rocks. Holodeck One is Jessica Baer's debut chapbook, and it's a mysterious new technology. One that deweaponizes the language of self-constriction, one for all the noises that noise leaves out.
Mónica de la Torre says, "The norms limiting the sayable are as pulverized in Baer’s hands as in the poetry of Perlongher, Sarduy, Lezama Lima, Haroldo de Campos ... Witness language acquiring a propulsive force shattering the time and space divide ... Sheer verbal articulations at the limits of desire and expression, “full of trans / verse wavenoise.”"
The first 10 pre-orders
will receive special custom
infinite horse flipbooks
each with its own new one word poem
by Jessica Baer!
Get Holodeck One!
Like many writers and small presses, we were in DC for AWP. If you don't know what AWP is, it's basically South by Southwest for literary scribblers, a gooey hybrid of small press frenzy and academic hustle.
We had a lovely time high-fiving our friends, harassing our representatives, and eating Peruvian chicken
In the bookfair, we joined forces with our old friends at Juked.
And because friends are the only thing that makes all the storms worth passing, we also shared our half of the table with lovely books from Big Lucks, Sator Press, and Called Back Books.
Finally, we loved seeing Hossannah Asuncion and Kamden Hilliard do toasts with a bunch of slick folks at TOAST, An AWP Offsite Event. This event raised money for Writers in Baltimore Schools, a meaningful and hardworking organization!
The Campfire Sale
for many great organizations.
Thank you so much for buying books. We are thrilled for you to read these books, and we are excited to donate your money to the good places where our authors chose to donate proceeds.
What was the Campfire Sale?
Don't forget about our two newest full-length releases:
Hossannah Asuncion's Object Permanence and Ben Hersey's The Autograph of Steve Industry.
Did you feel that cold spot in the room? Did you see the cleaning through the window, another grieving ritual?
In a different neighborhood, the shroud says pamilya, pamilya. Gills itch under the patches of fiberglass, and a city comes alive in each “isolated cell of an animated beehive.”
Hossannah Asuncion’s debut collection of poetry, Object Permanence, maps between all meanings of address. Tangling the softest hands and truest questions, Asuncion holds open every automatic door, suspends all announcements of departure.
Rachel Eliza Griffiths says, “Hossannah Asuncion’s brutal cartography insists that we lose the flesh and fears we use to create borders, especially from the deepest psychic dislocations, desires, and voids within ourselves. I’m in awe of how Asuncion writes inside the nuanced marrow of intimacy.”
And Chiwan Choi says, “The poems in Object Permanence took me back to places I thought I didn’t want to return. Streets and nights and bars and beds. To lovers and death and longing. To loneliness and moments where I thought I was losing grasp of life. But somewhere, sometime, in between the first and the final brutally gorgeous piece, I learned to cherish my pain again.”
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You can hear Steve in the backyard, but you should've seen him on the porch.
Bob Seger-loving, Dunkies-sipping, warding off the backslide. His band is The Steamrollers. His wife is Saundra (for now). His daughter is Nancy, and her favorite word is shampoo or loops or whatever friggin suits her.
Through four seasons and a restless survey, Kelly’s Roast Beef and Salisbury Beach, Steve Industry leaks his heart into his harmonica solo.
Hilarious and tender, Ben Hersey’s debut novel disgorges a powerful new vision of contemporary working class New England.
Rachel B. Glaser says, “The Autograph of Steve Industry is a mind-trip between Dickens and Kid Rock.” And Laird Hunt says, “ The Autograph of Steve Industry is set now, and tells a tale of these tricky times, but there are big, older urgencies at work…’”
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Massive thanks to Jessica Baer and their friends for tabling for MHP under the Book Fort tent at Pitchfork Music Festival!
And thanks to all our friends in Chicago who swung by! Here are some pictures:
Back in the ancient days of 2015, we held an open reading period with some categories. It was fun! Here are the open reading period selections!
First off, thank you to everyone who sent us manuscripts! Wow—so much great stuff out there, and it was so great to read work by people we've never read before, as well as discover new work by folks who turned out to be old friends.
And special thanks to Assistant Editor Rebekah Hewitt for her help reading poetry and chapbook manuscripts!
And we also had a satisfying time putting together approximately 4,863,453,629 custom PDF catalog samplers as thanks for everyone's reading fee support. Our reading fees were a choice of $2 to $5, and in turn everyone got to choose three MHP titles to form a 30 to 60 page sampler of excerpts.
Our series selections below will form the bulk of our 2016 catalog, which we couldn't be happier about! Instead of having one "winner" for each series and then a list of "finalists," we decided to embrace the fact this was never a contest and just publish all our favorites as series selections.
We hope to introduce each author and manuscript to you with a special interview series that we'll be running through the rest of this year.
Without further ado, the selections (and a little about the people behind the names of each series):
THE TED HAWKINS INNOVATIVE POETRY SERIES
Object Permanence Hossannah Asuncion
AVANT GAUZE Christine Friedlander
When There is No One and There is Everyone Rex Leonowicz
Ted Hawkins was an American singer and songwriter. He was born in Mississippi, but he did most of his singing as a busker in Venice Beach, California. Once he claimed the rasp in his voice came from the sand in the wind of the beach. Because of a damaged left hand, he wore a glove and did not bend notes.
But it's not like he didn't also live in England, play the Montreux Festival in Switzerland, and have a Top 20 hit in Australia. When Ted Hawkins was fifteen, he stole a leather jacket.
A good choice for your favorite Ted Hawkins song begins "Good morning my darling" and ends "You can be sure you won't suffer no more."
THE ADA LOVELACE INNOVATIVE CHAPBOOK SERIES
Holodeck One Jessica Baer
Distress Tolerance Kamden Ishmael Hilliard
The End Part One MC Hyland
Ada Lovelace was the daughter of Lord Byron and the inventor of computer programming. When she was very young, she found a dead crow and invented a flying machine.
As an adult, she called herself a Bride of Science. She was addicted to opium, played the harp, ice skated, flirted with Charles Dickens, and ran up debts at the horse track. Her admirers include the Department of Defense and cyberfeminist Sadie Plant.
At the age of thirty-six, dying of uterine cancer and overzealous bloodletting, Ada spent many of her last hours folding and measuring her handkerchief.
THE MAE YOUNG INNOVATIVE PROSE SERIES
Gladness & Other Stories Amy Bergen
Johnnie Mae Young was a pioneer in women's wrestling, competing in the ring for over seven decades and training dozens of wrestlers. She is in the WWE Hall of Fame. One thing she said was "Anybody can wrestle clean, but the heel steals the show."
In Reno, she was arrested for beating up a man who made improper advances. In California, she tried evangelism, but she went back to wrestling.
When Mike Young's dad was a kid, he hung onto Johnnie Mae's bicep, and she pulled him up, because he was her half-brother. That makes Mike Johnnie Mae's nephew.
Her best friend, The Fabulous Moolah, described her this way: "She used to like to go out drinking till all hours, smoking cigars and picking fights with big, bruising men in dark honky-tonks. Shed always laugh later about that expression on their face, a mixture of surprise and shame, just before they hit the floor after shed conked them upside the head."
There you have it. See you in the olive grove!