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Out of Buk's Shadow Print E-mail
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Monday, 12 May 2008
Down Where The Hummingbird Goes To Die
By Justin Hyde
Reviewed by Paul Corman-Roberts

“men did whatever
they could get away with
when no one was
watching.”                          

   
-from “my first dear season”
 

It’s unfair to call anyone “the next Bukowski” because such comparisons always rob that particular author of their own niche. But fuck it I’m gonna do it and say Justin Hyde is “the next Bukowski.” Or something equally stupid like “Justin Hyde now wears Bukowski’s crown.” Just because I wanted to be the first to do it knowing full well I won’t be the last.

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Jeff Somers: The Digital Plague Print E-mail
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Thursday, 08 May 2008

The Digital Plague

by Jeff Somers

Reviewed by: Wred Fright (Thanks Wred for allowing us to repost your review.  Please look for more great stuff on Wred's site

Yes, this is the third day in a row I've posted on the blog. After posting about that many times the whole rest of the year, you may interpret this as a sure sign of the apocalypse. Speaking of apocalypses, the dystopian future Jeff Somers created in his novel The Electric Church is back in a sequel called The Digital Plague.

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Erin Reardon: Meat Print E-mail
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Tuesday, 06 May 2008
Meat by Erin Reardon:

Reviewed by Michael Grover

If you're looking for pretty poetry, go somewhere else, this isn't it. If you're looking for real blood, real raw poetry that just has to leave the head before it hurts someone. Erin is for you. Many may know Erin as Ms. Sally MacLennanne on myspace. Her poems are brutal and messy, and they don't hold back anything. In other words they are just what poems should be. Also her poems have an amazing rhythm to them. They just flow so smoothly you can tell this is poetry that was not meant to be contained in a book. This is poetry that was meant to be read out loud from street corners, or bars at open mics. The title Meat pretty much says it all as this is bloody and messy. It is thick for a chapbook and very nicely put together (Erin is a print shop worker by day.). I urge you to contact her at This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it  for details about ordering.

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Todd Moore: Tell the corpse a story Print E-mail
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Friday, 02 May 2008

Tell the corpse a story

Todd Moore

Crane’s bill books, Albuquerque

Price: not clear

You can probably find it through http://www.saintvituspress.com.

 

Reviewed by: Victor Schwartzman

 

I email regularly with Todd Moore, but we’ve never met.

 

You would not think Todd Moore’s Dillinger world could possibly get darker.  Well, prepare for a light’s out.

 

Moore has written poetry on many themes, but the most consistent has been the grey world of crime, and in particular the life of John Dillinger, the notorious bank robber from the thirties.  Dillinger was an icon, and Moore’s long poems on Dillinger suitably iconic.  Like the gangster, they are laconic, to the point, with the threat of violence always present, and often fulfilled.  Dillinger was seen in terms of his being on the run, his weapons of choice (love that Thompson!), his “friends” like Baby Face Nelson.

 

In the latest chap from Moore, his take on Dillinger has swerved into the Dark Zone.  Has his view of Dillinger himself changed, or is it America?  Hard to imagine, but Moore’s poetry, at least in this chap, has grown even darker.  Dillinger is no longer quite a semi-romanticized guy on the run, lonely, a ghost to himself.  In these poems, Moore gives Dillinger a harder, darker edge. 

 


 

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Ellaraine Lockie: Blue Ribbons at the County Fair Print E-mail
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Friday, 11 April 2008

BLUE RIBBONS

At the County Fair

By: Ellaraine Lockie

63 Pages / 34 Poems

Price: $10.00

 

PWJ Publishing

P.O. Box 238

Tehama, CA  96090

www.wellinghamjones.com

 

ISBN: 0-939221-45-4

 

Review/Interview By: Charles P. Ries


This Review First Appeared In: Chiron Review

 

Ellaraine Lockie once again walks the tight rope between poetry that is accessible and ethereal - poetry that is at once plain spoken and musical.  The title for her most recent collection of poetry is deceptively colloquial, Blue Ribbons at the County Fair, but her poems travel a varied world taking us far beyond the confines of the county fair. She uses a variety of technique and style to take us with her. As in her past work, she tiptoes along the high-wire that can separate the work of the academically trained and the self-taught writers.

 

In her poem, “Lost Legacy,” we find her wonderful ability to use alliteration with good effect. Moving us gently forward as she reflects on her beloved Montana, “Houses a hundred years old / with Alzheimer’s / Abandoned in isolation wards / on western prairies // Where homesteads were settled / on small town sanity brinks / Mine long ago lost / to profit margins / on minimal Montana farm // Hospice where I come to heal / from city assaults / My heart heavier / than the hard timber / turned driftwood soft.”

 

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Wayne Mason: A Lifetime of Mondays Print E-mail
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Friday, 11 April 2008
Wayne Mason/A Lifetime Of Mondays

Reviewed by Michael Grover

Wayne Mason is definitely a poet that I can relate to. Coming from a small
nowhere Florida town much like myself. I recognize the hopelessness in his
words, in fact the only hope is destruction. This short book of poems covers
Wayne the aging poet staying in that same Florida town. Itis written
unpretentiously in a language that common people would understand. His poems
speak of images that he has of the factory that he works in burning down
with the bosses still inside and ash raining on their luxury cars parked
outside. Mason is a working class poet who would rather hang out in a
working class bar, with a jukebox so outdated it still has Monk on it, than
hang out in a coffee shop with a bunch of trendy kids. I would highly
recommend this to anyone who likes real poetry, cold and hard like concrete.
My favorite poem of this collection would be Cries OfThe World, where he
calls on Kannon the goddess of compassion, but there is not a bad one in
here. It is 6 dollars post paid P.O. Box 90945, Lakeland Fl 33804.

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Cervena Barva Press Print E-mail
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Friday, 11 April 2008

We don't usually publish reviews of an entire press--but why not?


ČERVENA BARVA PRESS

Gloria Mindock, Editor

P.O. Box 440357

W. Somerville, MA  02144-3222

www.cervenabarvapress.com

 

Review by: Charles P. Ries

 

This Review First Appeared In: PRESA

 

What do you suppose is in the water in Somerville? Small press publishers are popping up all over the place: Ibbetson Street Press, sunny outside press and now, Červená Barva Press. Maybe we should all drink some of that Somerville prose juice as it appears to be poetry fortified.

 

Gloria Mindock founded Červená Barva Press in April 2005, since that time she has published and designed ten chapbooks, three e-books, and twenty-one poetry postcards. Forthcoming in 2007 are four more chapbooks, four full-length poetry books, as well as two plays and fourteen poetry postcards by fourteen poets using paintings by Nancy Mitchell. Oh, and she also publishes a monthly electronic newsletter which lists readings from all over the world as well as interviews with authors.  I asked Gloria how it all began, “I started this press because of my passion for poetry. I edited the Boston Literary Review (BluR) for 10 years, and I read high-quality submissions during that period. Since the magazine ceased circulation, I have spent many years freelance writing, but see a need for a new publishing forum. This led me to take it a step further and expand into publishing. I wanted to provide another outlet for writers who take risks, have a strong voice, and are unique. Eventually I will publish more writing from different countries, particularly authors from Eastern Europe. There are so many wonderful writers in this world and I want to give them more exposure.” Mindock’s fascination with Eastern Europe, and especially Prague, prompted her to name her press Červená Barva which means the “red color” in Czech.

 

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Curt Johnson: Salud Print E-mail
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Saturday, 05 April 2008

SALUD

Selected Writings

By Curt Johnson

216 Pages

Price: $15.00

 

Cross & Roads Press

P.O. Box 33

Ellison Bay, WI  54210

www.bleidoorcountytimes.com

 

ISBN: 0-889460-16-8

 

Review/Interview By: Charles P. Ries

 

This Review First Appeared In:  Free Verse

 

SALUD is a homage to Curt Johnson by his dear friend and small press institution, Norb Blei. This is the 27th publication from Blei’s, Cross + Roads Press. Blei says, “When a writer reaches the point of Selected Works in his life, a definite benchmark has been achieved. You stand by your words. What you’ve penned you are. This could not be more true then in the life and work of Curt Johnson, short story artist, novelist, essayist, critic, and one of the best yet, least celebrated writers and publisher (december magazine and december press) coming out of the heartland.”

 

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Wayne Mason: A Lifetime of Mondays Print E-mail
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Wednesday, 02 April 2008
Wayne Mason: A Lifetime Of Mondays
Beer & Loathing Press

Reviewed by:  Michael Grover

Wayne Mason is definitely a poet that I can relate to. Coming from a small nowhere Florida town much like myself. I recognize the hopelessness in his words, in fact the only hope is destruction. This short book of poems covers Wayne the aging poet staying in that same Florida town. It is written unpretentiously in a language that common people would understand. His poems speak of images that he has of the factory that he works in burning down with the bosses still inside and ash raining on their luxury cars parked outside. Mason is a working class poet who would rather hang out in a working class bar, with a jukebox so outdated it still has Monk on it, than hang out in a coffee shop with a bunch of trendy kids. I would highly recommend this to anyone who likes real poetry, cold and hard like concrete. My favorite poem of this collection would be Cries Of The World, where he calls on Kannon the goddess of compassion, but there is not a bad one in here. Available here: http://www.beerandloafingpress.blogspot.com/
 

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Words For Songs Never Written Print E-mail
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Tuesday, 25 March 2008


"Words For Songs Never Written" By: William Taylor Jr.

Reviewed By:
Melissa Hansen



“Words For Songs Never Written”, the 190-page manuscript by San Francisco based poet William Taylor Jr., is an astonishing piece of poetic work and beauty. Reading this book is like reading a ghost, your skin shoots out with goose bumps, tears slide suddenly from your eyes, and it made me sad, but in a white light, sleepy, dreamy way. Upon reading this book a desire came over me to throw numerous copies from the calm serenity of an imaginary jet plane, like bombs that won’t murder or destroy, but bring tears and feeling. Feelings that invoke companionship and grace within a human beauty that is often crowded with loneliness. “Words For Songs Never Written” somehow illustrates the strange and mysterious ways our emotions hold power to conjure feelings of connection between us and others… loneliness providing comfort within the inevitable solitude of existence. Words sometimes give anything but comfort, but William’s words seem to bring gifts covered in a soft joy.

“Words For Songs Never Written” is a collection that reflects hard work and wonder. The poems have been written in the years 1996-2006, and was proudly published by Centennial Press in 2007. This collection had a profound emotional effect on me, so my review may seem biased. I have no critique to give, just a small sentence of advice… buy the book.



William Taylor Jr. is a Pushcart Prize-nominated poet. He lives in San Francisco with his wife, Anise, and a cat named Trouble. He is the author of several chapbooks, including: "Any Abyss Will Do, "The Sad Dumb Beauty of Everything, "The Bones of Things", and "So Much Is Burning". He was a contributing writer to "Last Call: The Legacy of Charles Bukowski (Lummox Press). He will one day be the last man in America not to own a cell phone.

You may purchase "Words For Songs Never Written" HERE, through Centennial Press, and contact William via myspace.

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Trollpocket 3 Print E-mail
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Sunday, 23 March 2008

Trollpocket#3

 

Reviewed by Christopher Robin

 

/ $ or trade

Christian Walker 9903 Santa Monica Blvd#245 Beverly Hills, CA 90212

Christian shares personal reflections on religion, war, and politics. But not in the least bit heavy handed. Simply his (I don’t know the gender of the author, even though I have read several issues), own philosophies and confusion as he goes about his life. Also included are surf reports which I thought would not be interesting, but they definitely were, as they were about his local environment and how they affect his actions, and the ways he tries to improve himself. A great read.

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Review of Michael Grover's "The Man Who Lives In The Park." Print E-mail
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Tuesday, 18 March 2008
Review of:

The Man Who Lives In The Park
by Michael Grover
Covert Press, 2008, 20 pages
www.covertpress.com


 People who actually care about what happens to the world, to include the many that pretend they do; and the many that pretend they don’t, are constantly bitching about how much the news media has sold its principles down the river. What they’re really complaining about is how homogenized the news has become in the face of media consolidation…but what’s being consolidated is the same old propaganda, lies and manipulation that have always been present in the media.  The difference is that the news media, mainstream and otherwise, used to be a competitive gig…political and cultural friction when media magnates went head to head could produce the turdulets which allowed weeds like social reform and business regulation to plant some roots in vast fields of manure.  In that sense, today’s news media alarmists aren’t wrong to be concerned, but the romanticizing of the field’s past is a hollow distortion.

            Poets like Vladimir Mayakovsky and Ezra Pound knew this and wrote about it, both of them stating the poetry is real news…news that matters and news that lasts through time (“Poetry is news that stays news” per Pound.)  Florida poet (currently) Michael Grover also knows this...

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The Feathertale Review #2 Print E-mail
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Sunday, 09 March 2008

A Review of a Review - The Feathertale Review, issue 2.

Reviewed by: Leopold McGinnis

$10 Canadian

Available at www.feathertale.com and at bookstores somewhere...

 

For a magazine that has been 'publishing satire since the beginning of time', as the back of their slick rag says, they're kind of slow about it: The Feathertale Review has only just released their second issue. But their philosophy must be quality over quantity as, apparently thousands (millions?) of years in the making, it's pretty damn good. Maybe not eons-of-effort good, but if you consider that the editorial board for the first several millions years would have been protozoan slime and cavemen, then I think we can disregard the timeliness issue.

 


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Alan Bissett: The Incredible Adam Spark Print E-mail
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Saturday, 01 March 2008

The Incredible Adam Spark

Author: Alan Bissett

Publisher: Headline Book Publishing 310 pp  7.99 pounds

Reviewed by: Beatrice Watson

 

First of all I had to read this book a couple of times, and then some more, to get the gist of it because it is written in Scottish vernacular. However, it was a delightful read once I got the rhythm of it.  The main character, Sparky is lovable, and the setting interesting--the story is set in a place called Falkirk, where the annual Falkirk festival (what else would it be called?) is taking place.  Sparky is there with his older sister, Judy, and suddenly it seems as if he is in another world.

 

You are drawn into his world very easily and with much clarity.  The writer is excellent at painting pictures with words.  That was quite a treat. One could imagine what Sparky was all about and could even predict what he will be doing from time to time as one reads the passages.  For example, here is the description when Sparky is taken to the hospital because of an accident:

 

Ambyoolance well it hauls me off to falkirk royal infirmary, nee naw nee naw, nee naw. July sittin there shakin her head saying adam what were you  thinking about?  Runin ontay the park with all them guys chargin round?

 

 

 

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Coming WorldGone World (The Abomunauts Are Coming To Piss on Your Lawn) Print E-mail
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Friday, 29 February 2008

Coming WorldGone World (The Abomunauts Are Coming To Piss on Your Lawn) Poems in the Dialectic of Abomunism (1993-2006) 
By:
Paul Corman-Roberts

Reviewed By:
Melissa Hansen



“Coming WorldGone World (The Abomunauts Are Coming To Piss on Your Lawn)" written by poet and literary activist Paul Corman-Roberts, published by Howling Dog Press, 2006, has been written in the “Dialectic of Abomunism”, the creation and brainchild of Bomkauf, or Bob Kaufman, author of “The Abomunist Manifesto” nestled in his collection of poetry  “Solitudes Crowded With Loneliness,” New Directions, 1959. The Beat Poet Bob Kaufman must be mentioned in direct reference to Corman-Roberts’ “Coming WorldGone World”, as the structure and fluidity of Corman-Roberts’ poems are immersed with the ghost and style of Bomkauf. This being said, Corman- Roberts has authored a collection of poetry that pays homage to a poet who is often overlooked in relation to The Beat Era and its heroes.


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It's All About Rhythm: A few words on John G. Hall's ' Me and My Broken Mouth' Print E-mail
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Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Reviewed by John Dorsey

I won't claim to be an expert on the literary career of seasoned poet/editor John G. Hall, in fact his latest offering from Covert Press was my first experience sampling his words. Hall has been noted for writing about love, life, childhood, & politics, in simpler terms the stuff of every day life. 'Me and My Broken Mouth' continues in that vein.

Hall is a poet who lays his feelings bare on the page, wears his heart & words on his sleeve, all that...One can feel the bite of his words and his personal politics throughout 'Me and My Broken Mouth'. Having been called a political poet more than once myself, I must admit I feel a kinship with both the poet and his political views.

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Mark SaFranko: Lounge Lizard Print E-mail
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Sunday, 30 December 2007

Lounge Lizard


Lounge Lizard and Hating Olivia are published by Murderslim Press.
They are available from http://www.murderslim.com/loungeshop.html.


Reviewed by Joseph Ridgwell
Joseph is a writer, poet, and journalist. His work has been published in
national newspapers, literary print magazines and webzines such as the Laura
Hird Showcase, Dogmatika, Straight From the Fridge, The Paris Bitter Hearts
Pit, Scarecrow, Six Sentences, The Beat, Savage Manners, Guardian Online and
others. Check out his work at  http://josephridgwell.blogspot.com/

 

Just yesterday I received a book in the post, a book by the great American writer Mark SaFranko.  On opening the parcel I was suddenly as excited as a seven year-old on Christmas day.  Lounge Lizard is the sequel to the wonderful Hating Olivia, a book which has gained a dedicated cult following, and gained an almost mythic status amongst the literary underground intelligentsia. I read hating Olivia last year or maybe the year before and it blew me away. The writing was like a fluid rock band, tight, powerful, and packed with emotion, the prose style similar to some of my favourite writers, Fante, Hamsun, Celine, Bukowski, etc.

But although I detected some obvious literary influences, the distinct voice of Safranko sung out loud and proud and true. And what’s more unlike all those long dead authors, Mark Safranko was alive and kicking and still writing. After reading Hating Olivia I was hungry for more works by Safranko, but inexplicably, I could find nothing but a couple of short stories, and several references to unpublished works.

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Clary Antome: FamilyBlog Print E-mail
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Sunday, 30 December 2007

Family Blog review by Leopold McGinnis

by Clary Antome

2007

ISBN: 9781419675805

Reviewed by: Leopold McGinnis

Who says families don't talk about their problems?

 

This is the basic premise behind Clary Antome's hilariously cynical debut novel: the blandly but perfectly titled Family Blog. Family Blog follows a family of three daughters and their two parents, who, in this technophilic new society, have all decided to start up their own online journals without anyone else knowing. What do they talk about? Why, each other, of course! And through this expose their own shame, self-lies, conceits and dreams. And that's where the fun comes in. In fact, that's where the whole novel comes in, as this is the premise that carries all 330 pages of this family drama.

Though about a year of blog updates we follow family D. (the last name is kept obscure by everyone, presumably so the others won't find their blogs), as all their dirty laundry is aired (in secret) to us who have the pleasure of reading all their blogs:

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Khaled Husseini: The Kite Runner Print E-mail
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Sunday, 30 December 2007
In our ongoing effort to involve as many different views to OW, here is a review of a well known book, but from the point of view of an author living in Nepal.  Krishna has contributed other reviews to this page.  Krishna is anticipating the publication of his first book from Olympia Press in the U.K.

The Kite Runner by Khaled Husseini

Reviewed by: krishna bhatt

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The Afghan's culture of the time just before it was occupied by
USSR is richly described in the book. It reveals the cruelty and violence prevalent in the society, against the weaker sex and the minority hazara community, which is perhaps Shia sect, though the life looks peaceful to the main character, living a protected life in the -what could be said to be- the upper middle class of the city. But life begins to change as the hidden conflict in the society escalates and the USSR troops occupy the nation facing a stiff resistance from the people of it. While the ones with a wherewithal and connections leave through Pakistan. The truck drivers extort big money from these fleeing people, while a Russian troop could not rape the wife of a refugee, while the father of the main character intervenes to his dismay to protect the honour of a lady; and the soldier’s officer, later, apologizing for the incident. A refugee commits suicide as soon he lands into Pakistan after the difficult journey, and the anguish and humiliation.

In spite of discovering his sense of irony in his writing that is so essential for an aspiring writer - in his school days, at home, with the help of one of the friend of his father, as he finds his father indifferent to his feelings though he throws lavish parties to celebrate his birthdays, and takes him around in the city Kabul, as he lost his mother while he was very young - the chief protagonist has failed to explore circumstances that the safer world like the USA too is created and maintained by people, to which he would run away in his childhood along with his father, from the turmoil at his home; and be educated enough to write the stories that the world would read and appreciate.

The Book amply displays the turmoil and violence in the societies in Afghanistan or in Pakistan, and the destruction the years of civil war has wreaked in Afghanistan. The sensitive way the story has been told may leave a reader choking with emotions. Though the author has acted in a politically correct way by not exploring the political dimension of the tragedy that is the life of the main protagonist, which appears to be at a fault to have been a victim. Being a hero he bears every indignity and tyranny with grace and style. He almost appears like a paragon of virtues, ironically.

 

 

 

 

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Ralph Murre: Crude Red Boat Print E-mail
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Friday, 28 December 2007

CRUDE RED BOAT

 

By: Ralph Murre

 

Cross+Roads Press

 

P.O. Box 33

 

Ellison Bay, WI 54210

 

Price: $10.00 / 72 pages / 50 Poems

 

ISBN 1-889460-18-4

 

Review By: Charles P. Ries

 

 

 

 

 

It always surprises me when I read a new book of poetry by a writer I've read and enjoyed in various journals and discover it is their first book. “How could this be?” I wonder when the writer has such talent. “Crude Red Boat” by Ralph Murre is published by the venerated Norb Blei’s Cross + Roads Press. It is a wonderful coming out party for a writer who began to write poetry just a few years ago.

Murre uses plain spoken language in this collection of fifty-three poems, and the subjects of his musings are also common as noted by a few of the titles from this collection, “Rock”, “My Room”, “Gust”, and “Neighbor”. These poems are so immediate they made me feel like I was sitting across the table from Ralph having coffee.

Indeed, he is the coffee counter philosopher in “A Good Reed”: “we are   those of us who survive / slender reed / bending with each passing wave / changing with the tide    yet unchanged / as the ocean is unchanged / by each reed on it shore”.  And