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We are excited to see Indran Amirthanayagam, Linda Norton, and Wang Ping on this month's SPD Bestseller lists!

SPD Poetry Bestsellers
June 2020
Dream of Europe: selected seminars and interviews: 1984-1992 by Audre Lorde, edited by Mayra Rodríguez Castro (Kenning Editions)
Letters to the Future: Black Women/Radical Writing by Erica Hunt and Dawn Lundy Martin, Editors (KORE PRESS)
Code by Charlotte Pence (Black Lawrence Press)
& more black by t’ai freedom ford (Augury Books)
This Is Not a Frank Ocean Cover Album by Alan Chazaro (Black Lawrence Press)
america, MINE by Sasha Banks (co-im-press)
Night Philosophy by Fanny Howe (Divided Publishing Ltd)
GeNtry!fication: or the scene of the crime by Chaun Webster (Noemi Press)
The Migrant States by Indran Amirthanayagam (Hanging Loose Press)
UPEND by Claire Meuschke (Noemi Press)
All That Beauty by Fred Moten (Letter Machine Editions)
sex & violence by Kristy Bowen (Black Lawrence Press)
Yung-Chia’s Song of Enlightenment by Yung-Chia, translated by Red Pine (Empty Bowl)
Savage Pageant by Jessica Q. Stark (Birds, LLC)
My Name is Immigrant by Wang Ping (Hanging Loose Press)
Audubon’s Sparrow: A Biography-in-Poems by Juditha Dowd (Rose Metal Press)
Pricks in the Tapestry by Jameson Fitzpatrick (Birds, LLC)
All the Useless Things are Mine: A Book of Seventeens by Thomas Walton, illustrated by Douglas Miller (Sagging Meniscus Press)
Sana Sana by Ariana Brown (Game Over Books)
Descent by Lauren Russell (Tarpaulin Sky Press)

SPD Nonfiction Bestsellers
April—June 2020
Me & Other Writing by Marguerite Duras, translated by Olivia Baes and Emma Ramadan (Dorothy, a publishing project)
Wite Out: Love and Work by Linda Norton (Hanging Loose Press)
Dyke (geology) by Sabrina Imbler (Black Lawrence Press)
trans girl suicide museum by hannah baer (Hesse Press)
There Must Be Happy Endings: On A Theater of Optimism & Honesty by Megan Sandberg-Zakian (The 3rd Thing)
Mercy: A Memoir of Medical Trauma and True Crime Obsession by Marcia Trahan (Barrelhouse)
Fragments From a Mobile Life by Margaret Sullivan (Red Mountain Press)
A Day in the Life: the Empty Bowl & Diamond Sutras by Red Pine (Translator) (Empty Bowl)
People I’ve Met From The Internet by Stephen van Dyck (Ricochet Editions)
I’m Trying to Tell You I’m Sorry : An Intimacy Triptych by Nina Boutsikaris (Black Lawrence Press)
Codependence by Amy Long (Cleveland State University Poetry Center)
Translation is a Mode=Translation is an Anti-neocolonial Mode by Don Mee Choi (Ugly Duckling Presse)
Black Aesthetic Season III: Black Interiors by nan collymore & The Black Aesthetic Curatorial Collective, Editors (Wolfman Books)
Survivor’s Guilt: Essays on Race and American Identity by Artress Bethany White (New Rivers Press)
Every Writer Has A Thousand Faces (10th Anniversary Edition, Revised) by David Biespiel (Kelson Books)
Why Not Paradise by Red Pine (Translator) (Empty Bowl)
The War Requiem by Kaia Solveig Preus (Essay Press)
Witches’ Sabbath by Maurice Sachs, translated by Richard Howard (Spurl Editions)
Notes Toward a Pamphlet by Sergio Chejfec, translated by Whitney DeVos (Ugly Duckling Presse)
Ghost/Home: A Beginner’s Guide to Being Haunted by Dennis James Sweeney (Ricochet Editions)

Enjoy these two terrific poems from Linda Norton!

Enjoy these two terrific poems from Linda Norton!

Traveling Near, Far, and Within: A Review of The Migrant States by Indran Amirthanayagam


In his most recent poetry book The Migrant States, Indran Amirthanayagam gifts us an expansive collection of over sixty poems that bring us to different geographical locations — Sri Lanka (Ceylon), Hawaii, England, Pakistan, Haiti, Peru, New York… — and different perspectives. As with his prev...


Enjoy this poem from Wang Ping!

Of Mice and Mankind

“It was a turning point for me,” said the biology professor to the class we co-teach, “when my professor grabbed the lab mouse and flung it against the wall.”

And you have tears in your eyes
As you depict the hand, pale, hairy
Unapologetic, the hand of a master
And the lab mouse, blind, cancer-ridden
Yet happy to be a mouse, still alive

Then the rage, the fling against the wall
And the spine, the brain, the heart
Splashing like asteroids

It awakened something in me, you say
Tears in your eyes, I’m no long the same

As you watch the human “mouse”
In the teeth of the revenge machine
Invisible, raged, raging
The same spine, muscle, limbs, bones, brain
Genes that shares 99% DNA
Flung across your path

As you stand in the ruins
As you walk through this razor sharp silence
As you wade into the sea of bloody sacrifice

Are you willing to say: it awakens something?

And say: this hand, this yellow, brown, black hand
Makes the same delicious meals
Makes the same beautiful sonnets
Splits cells with the same precision?

Are you willing to acknowledge
Our milk is just as white and nourishing
Our blood just as red with boiling sea
And our need to be human or mice is just as legit?

How do you keep the same
As you watch this human mouse
Who breaks bread and knowledge with you daily
Flung against your wall of conscience
Over and over and over…

At Home with Literati: Donovan Hohn, Sejal Shah, & Eileen Pollack | Literati Bookstore
At Home with Literati: Donovan Hohn, Sejal Shah, & Eileen Pollack | Literati Bookstore

At Home with Literati: Donovan Hohn, Sejal Shah, & Eileen Pollack | Literati Bookstore

We're pleased to welcome Donovan Hohn and Sejal Shah to our At Home with Literati series for a conversation with author Eileen Pollack.  Click here to join the event on 6/25. Note: meetings are now automatically password protected with wait rooms enabled. The password is entered automatically by c...


Enjoy this little gem of a poem from Robert Hershon this morning!


I did the Saturday puzzle on Sunday and
the Sunday puzzle on Saturday and I
watched a thousand hours of cops and robbers
when my friend assigned me the task of writing
a baseball poem, since right now there is no
baseball except in memory so I thought of
the Miracle Mets and then the Boys of Summer
but they both seemed frayed from overuse and I
began to think of the teams of my boyhood, call them
the Boys of Early Spring – Eddie Stanky and Pete Reiser
and Cookie Lavagetto, Kirby Higbe and Ed Head and that perfect
baseball name, Dixie Walker, brother to Harry the Hat Walker,
and remembered more as a bigot who wouldn’t play with Jackie Robinson
than as an outfielder, but I didn’t know that when I was
ten and we had the only television set at 946 Bushwick Avenue
and I watched the games by myself with a bag of candy corn
the cheapest loose candy Woolworth’s sold, assuming
the Dodgers and I would grow old together (twelve, fourteen, beyond)
and wondering why all baseball announcers had Southern accents
and now the rich players and the even richer owners have finally
decided to play some baseball and I guess I’ll slump down and
stare at the games, by myself again, but without candy corn

Robert Hershon

Indie Lit Fair, Vol. Two
Indie Lit Fair, Vol. Two

Indie Lit Fair, Vol. Two

This is the second installment of a virtual edition of the Indie Lit Fair this year, highlighting the work of presses, publishers, and literary magazines.


"Our truths—the ones we’d been birthed with—had already met reckoning in the fields as we muttered tangled nouns of home. We reveled in black from there to now...everything we are is the stuff of astounding."

--Patricia Smith


This beautiful poem, “Too Much,” by Indran Amirthanayagam seems a good one to share right now:

Too Much

I don't think anyone has ever written a book about this,
he tells me, tongue in jowl, but I suspend my disbelief
just long enough falling completely before the joke
then smiling widely and on all sides of my face
and the subject. So, yes I am writing a book about love.
I wrote before about a tsunami and an uncivil war. Now
I write not quite about a tsunami although sadness hits
like a wall of water and I have visited black, bottomless
pits and the edges of ponds that seem like rousing rivers
roaring to a nearby precipitous drop. And I have felt
slings like teargas canisters fogging my eyes and head
as I swig a tumbler of whiskey and peer at the midnight
screen imagining the street scene near the White House,
citizens protesting against murder of black brothers
and sisters as I think of my island love whose heart
is no longer open to nostalgias of the past once
it decided that geography, a couple of bodies of water,
an ocean, and the gulf of age, were too much.

Indran Amirthanayagam, c) June 17, 2020

Save the date: Monday, June 15th (changed from our original plan): Fanny Howe, Alice Lyons, Linda Norton online reading....

Save the date: Monday, June 15th (changed from our original plan):

Fanny Howe, Alice Lyons, Linda Norton online reading.

***8:00PM in Ireland GMT //// 3:00PM EST //// noon California/PST***

We'll be posting a more complete announcement/invite/Zoom link on social media soon, and I’ll send another email.

Open to all, but timed specifically for our friends in Ireland. (We had all hoped to be in Ireland together this month, celebrating new books—Alice’s novel Oona, my Wite Out: Love and Work, Fanny’s most recent books and WIP).

We plan to start this event with audio of Fanny’s mother, Mary Manning Howe, reading some Yeats. (Our friend Alice Lyons lives in Sligo and was the first poet-in-residence of the Yeats Society there.)

Hope you can join us.

Feel free to share this invitation with others who might want to join us.


New Book: Linda Norton, Wite Out: Love and Work

"With WITE OUT, Linda Norton breaks fresh ground as an autobiographical poememoirist. Combining an exploration of her familial roots, an interrogation and critique of whiteness as lived experience, a diaristic account of relationships in all their complexity, and a personal, social, and cultural history of certain precincts in American poetry’s late 20th-century avant-garde, WITE OUT is a masterpiece."—John Keene

"WITE OUT is a gorgeous book. Its spare, crystal-clear, non-confessional prose highlights feminine honesty rather than masculine concealment and makes you both sad and glad to be human. A memoir about a single working mother coping in a rough world she sees all too clearly, this is a courageous book about a courageous life; I couldn't put it down."—Norman Fischer

"Reading WITE OUT also made me wonder where that missing letter went? What did it stand for and what was crouching in the lean-to of its variously broken loop? Horror? Responsibility? It’s just that how to take responsibility for horror has always seemed impossible because it means approaching the mass that assures annihilation. Whiteness is a black hole in this regard, but Linda Norton braves its event horizon, its point of no return, giving us leave to let go absolution to abolish, and fray the singularity to survive into some other dance we’ve been dancing, but denying, all along. In the proliferation of such release, we might hold on."—Fred Moten

Here is a podcast about the book by Professor Katie Peterson,
who assigned it to her grad students at UC Davis this spring:


You can get Wite Out here:



About The Public Gardens: Poems and History, the prequel to Wite Out
and a finalist for a Los Angeles Times Book Prize:

EILEEN MYLES: "The Public Gardens is a brilliant, wonderful book, a sort of a wild institution, intense and readable. Linda Norton looks at the world like a dog who likes to tear apart couches—repressed but not for long. Though full of shame, this book is shameless. A life is freely divulged as are the multitude of homeopathic bits from the author's reading list. The overall experience of moving through The Public Gardens’s shuttling prose and poetry is quietly breathtaking. I have felt and learned much from this book! Her 'Gardens' are both organized and entirely disorderly—anything and anyone from any point in history might saunter through, and that's the meaning of public, isn't it? I find myself loving this writer's mind, light touch, and generous heart and I, reader, didn't want to go when it was done. My bowl is out. More!"

FANNY HOWE: “Have you ever heard Dinah Washington sing ‘This Bitter Earth’? Have you ever seen the movie by Charles Burnett called Killer of Sheep? This little book, The Public Gardens, conjures up the experience of that movie and that song, the fate of families and neighborhoods in 20th-century America. Although the title of the book shows that its ultimate point of reference is Boston, the work inside travels through New York and Oakland. Part poetry, part notebooks, it is a model of the camera made human, made humanist, a part of arm, leg, hand, a moving-picture taker pregnant with literature. What she sees, we have all seen and passed by. But she has paused to note it.

“Steeped in the language of Scripture and Emerson, the poetry here is fresh and wild, cultivated and desperate. Linda is Sicilian but everything in her is modern. She hates what she loves. This makes her lonely, inspired, uprooted, still hunting, and blissed out whenever possible. She documents her losses and loves, both as a free person and a mother, and every word she writes has the bittersweet taste of Dinah Washington."

Five Essays with Art, Music, Documents at SFMoMA’s Open Space


Columnist, SFMoMA Open Space January-April 2020

Writing Consultant working with labor organizers at The LEAD Project/Unite Here

Author, The Public Gardens: Poems and History (2011, finalist for LA Times Book Prize)
and Wite Out: Love and Work (A Memoir with Poems), spring 2020

BIO: http://thepublicgardens.blogspot.com/


“It is not enough to be a rhetorician and a semiotician to deconstruct and demythologize whiteness. One must be a magician of the political and the social, an alchemist of the spiritual and psychological too. One must wave off racist stereotypes and conjure a rich history of combatting white supremacy and white privilege and white lies—a history that has often been buried deep in the dark, rich, black American soil.”

—Michael Eric Dyson

So proud of our Wang Ping!

So proud of our Wang Ping!

#SPDHANDPICKED on GHOSTS - My Name is Immigrant
by Wang Ping (Hanging Loose) - "Bleeding dreams and hungry ghosts move about Wang Ping's latest collection." -M.L. Smoker

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Yay, Wang Ping!

Yay, Wang Ping!

IT'S A BRAND NEW DAY, BRAND NEW #SPDHANDPICKED feat. Hanging Loose Rose Metal Press Tolsun Books & Entre Ríos Books

Small Press Distribution

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IT'S A BRAND NEW DAY, BRAND NEW #SPDRECOMMENDS!! feat. Thick Press, Rose Metal Press, Game Over Books, Wave Books, Bookhug, The Word Works, Cuneiform Press, Red Dragonfly Press, Dos Madres Press, Montez Press, Hanging Loose, Ugly Duckling Presse, Ronsdale Press, Inanna Publications, Grid Books / Off the Grid Press, Livingston Press, Sagging Meniscus Press, Pelekinesis, At Bay Press and Bamboo Ridge Press

The Pew Center for Arts & Heritage

The Pew Center for Arts & Heritage

We conclude our series of #PewFellowsFromHome poetry readings with "The Potters Field" from Philadelphia’s 2016-17 Poet Laureate Yolanda Wisher.

Yolanda is curator of spoken word at Philadelphia Contemporary, lead vocalist and bandleader of Yolanda Wisher & The Afroeaters, and producer of Love Jawns: A Mixtape, a podcast that incorporates poetry and music stitched together by a DJ. Her book of poetry "Monk Eats an Afro" is available from Hanging Loose Press.


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Issue #24 of Ginosko Literary Journal now online, GinoskoLiteraryJournal.com.
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