Thursday, October 17, 2024

new from above/ground press: THERE’S NOTHING OUT THERE, by Nate Logan

THERE’S NOTHING OUT THERE
Nate Logan
$5

BAD PREMISE

The one with the possessed dentures. The one with the cult and its line of exercise bikes. The one with the disease transforming every voice into text-to-speech. The one with the malicious sidewalk. The one with the president who turns to portraiture in retirement. The one with the pocket theremin calling another world. The one with the mummy teaching intro classes at the state college. The one with the singing telegram that takes 86 minutes to read. The one with the Wallace Stevens mask. The one with the laugh track coming from outside the house.

published in Ottawa by above/ground press
October 2024
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy


cover image: “Fangs” by JJ

Nate Logan is the author of Wrong Horse (Moria Books, 2024) and Inside the Golden Days of Missing You (Magic Helicopter Press, 2019). He’s editor of the literary magazine Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo

This is Logan’s second above/ground press title, after Apricot (2022).

To order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; in US, add $2; outside North America, add $5) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9. E-transfer or PayPal at rob_mclennan (at) hotmail.com or the PayPal button at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com

Thursday, October 10, 2024

new from above/ground press: Fragments of a Mirrored-Voice For a Friend, by Alexander Hammond Benedict

Fragments of a Mirrored-Voice For a Friend
Alexander Hammond Benedict
$5


 Ich habe Tote, und ich ließ sie hin
 und war erstaunt, sie so getrost zu sehn,
 so rasch zuhaus im Totsein, so gerecht,
 so anders als ihr Ruf. Nur du, du kehrst
 zurück; du streifst mich, du gehst um, du willst
 an etwas stoßen, daß es klingt von dir
 und dich verrӓt. O nimm mir nicht, was ich
 langsam erlern. Ich habe recht; du irrst
 wenn du gerührt zu irgendeinem Ding
 ein Heimweh hast. Wir wandeln dieses um;
 aus unserm Sein, sobald wir es erkennen.

 I carry the dead, and I let them go
 and was surprised to see them so confident,
 so soon at home in death, so satisfied,
 so unlike their reputation. Only you, you turn
 back; you brush me, you skirt by, you want
 to bump against something, so that it sounds of yourself
 and betrays you. Oh, don’t take from me what I
 am slowly learning. I am sure; you wander
 when you are moved toward any one thing
 out of homesickness. We transform this;
 from within our being as soon as we recognize it.

published in Ottawa by above/ground press
October 2024
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy


Raised in the Cuyahoga Valley, alex nested in the Cleveland area and cleans ink off the massive cylinders of offset printers for a living. He runs betweenthehighway press (betweenthehighway.org) and is currently writing a biography on d.a. levy.

To order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; in US, add $2; outside North America, add $5) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9. E-transfer or PayPal at rob_mclennan (at) hotmail.com or the PayPal button at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com