Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, they say.
And although I like to pretend I don’t listen to them, cliches usually become cliched because they contain a dollop of truth.
Which is why, a few months ago when this dude from Vermont contacted me and said, “Hey, I run a small indie press and I’d like to publish a chapbook with you,” well, I thought about it for two seconds and said “Hell, yes.”
And so I present to you my third book, She is a Death Star
(21 poems about her).
It’s a true chapbook, meaning that it’s small and waif-like and folded and stapled and low-tech. And it’s available in very limited quantities. And I’m not selling it on this site.
You can get this sweet little thing at only two places. Maybe three…
1. Scintillating Publications
Send your $6 to:
21 Russell Street
Burlington VT 05401
or email him at firstname.lastname@example.org
2. Quimby’s Bookstore
1854 W. North Avenue
3. Any poetry reading I am featuring at.
Time and venue info will be posted here well before the reading.
If you’re wondering why you should part with your hard-earned six bucks for another stack of poems from me, here’s what you’ll be getting…
She is a Death Star contents:
1. Slow Roast
5. The fake boobs win again
6. Sterling Girl
12. A Charitable Donation
14. SFO 1607
15. Crash Protocol
17. What It Means to See Her
19. She Said Saturday
20. Equinox: Vernal
21. Alter Ego
Two of those poems were first published in Shedding the Angel Skin, eight are in The Secrets of Falling, which leaves 11 shiny new ones that you can only find in She is a Death Star. A pretty sweet deal for a surprise chapbook, don’t you think?
-Lo, who once got a gift horse named Fantasia.