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Holiday Pricing for Record of Dissent: $4.99
Happy holidays, friends. As a little end-of-year thank you, we have dropped the price of Record of Dissent: Poems of Protest in an Authoritarian Age on Amazon to $4.99 for the entire month of December. That is the absolute minimum price Amazon will allow us to sell the book for, which means this is truly Continue reading
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Lioness Books: Rolling Through Austin with Stories That Matter
This morning I swung by my go-to coffee spot, Red Horn Coffee, for a hot Americano and some free Wi-Fi to knock out a little writing. Parked out front was a sleek black trailer with Lioness Books painted on the side. And because I’ve never been able to pass up an indie bookstore, whether it’s on wheels Continue reading
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Get Your Copy: “Record of Dissent” Is Now Available in Paperback
After months of reading, curating, editing, and wrangling files into formats they did not want to be in, I’m proud to say that Record of Dissent: Poems of Protest in an Authoritarian Age is now available in print. You can order a copy online through IngramSpark, Bookshop.org, Barnes & Noble, BookPeople, Alibris, or ask your local indie bookseller to Continue reading
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Emerging from the Penumbra
Merril D. Smith In scant light, slant light, shadows strollabove the bones unseen,remains of scattered, shattered lives,Glory, Hallelujah, we used to sing. Was this then, or is this now?The truth is marching on–torn, twisted, and trampledin scant, slant light as shadows stroll, as masked men menace, muscled maraudersfrom obscurity troll in the scant, slant light Continue reading
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Echoes
Patricia J McLean I’m at the edge of a cliff looking over,looking over at the cracks in the rock onthe other side. I’m at the cliff edgewhere time stretches, arcs back-forward,ages stacked on ages bent, arched,tilted, earth colors, life, death, beginning, end. I’m at the edge of the cliff. I imagine I can seethe other Continue reading
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Tinder
Andrew Frewin Wilson “It needn’t be tinder, this juncture of the year”—Conor O’Callaghan, January Drought I – Hand-wringing… Tinseltown they called itThe Hollywood sign above itOn mountain and canyons coveredWith scrub like gasoline tinderRich palaces of dreams renderedTo which many young locusts aspiredBut Santa Anna winds have burnedThose houses to naught but ashChimneys only gravestones Continue reading
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The Samaritan Machine
Strider Marcus Jones this field pondis only mydissolvedimagination-thought dropsof summer rainmaking fractal ripplesdrumbeat on skin.a portal sharedwith cawing crowsrevealswho scams and snoops and shootsin contract conversations.this Windsongof Virginia Creeper,ruling Bear and Wolfsbanerustling in black bambootrusts its Samaritan Machinetelling it who to redactin this imposeddystopianequilibriumof dumbed-down massesworshipping Carousel. Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate, and Continue reading
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Ubuntu
Andrew Frewin Wilson When our humanity faltersIn so many placesAnd what really mattersIs trounced in so many waysWhen dictators are not justA “Third” World afflictionWhich “First” encouraged, in moral derelictionAnd now is itself spotted like rustWith rampant would-be elite FascismWe can draw back from the abyssFor democracy is no mere -ismIf “humanity” no longer resonates, Continue reading
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You prefer
Rick Doyle horseradish to mustardturnip to maple syrup Dutchman’s breeches to hawkweeda ditch full of asters to a field of daisies head of tide to estuarytomorrow’s eclipse to last year’s comet a broken promise to a broken-backed threata heartfelt obscenity to a misleading songa bitter truth to a brass-belled anthem a feathered doubt to a Continue reading
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The Mad Hatter Hiding in Dark Matter
Strider Marcus Jones in our housei binned the radiofor playing Strauss- left the suited rodeoof casino Faustand shot the gentry shooting grouse. into the wild gardenwithout spun jargonwe went through rusting arch of rose dissentonto the precipice of peacewhere slush borders grip and grease like usurping tectonic platesshapeshifting smaller states.their innocents bombed Continue reading
The Chaos Section Poetry Project 