zines (news from nowhere series $5)

bury my heart in the gutter

 Some people write poems in a vain attempt to look cool.  Some people write poems because they have the kind of job – like Teachers, Lawyers, Doctors, and African Dictators – where they feel like they need a hobby.  Dan writes poetry as if his life depended on it, and this book is his attempt to prove that he still has a heart beat, and that heart beat matters, damn't.  

zines (beer-money series, $5)

# beer

Ezhno Martin

truth is, making this book – the first in the series – was just an experiment to see if it could be done.  a book about drinking away the pain of managing to always make the wrong decision that was written, edited, printed out and stapled together while trying to drink away the pain.  each book is soaked in beer to optimize the readers experience, these twelve poems will make you think you are (back) in a cramped un-insulated apartment contemplating all the things you can do to yourself with sharp objects and just the right amount of time. 

it's too late now, little brother

Mark Luke Seawood

after four years clean and sober, Mark finally releases this collection about the years that almost killed him, and the woman he struck at 85 miles-an-hour on the highway after he passed out drunk behind the wheel of a stolen car. this haunting and grim look back on addiction reveals that sometimes, when you’re too far gone, you might as well pay the ransom for the sins of others. 

as I watch you fade

James Benger

it's a collection of fifteen narrative poems that touches on love and loss, cows and cars, strippers and suicide, and all the other important topics that shape life in the middle-class Midwest. the poet strives proffer pieces which are plainspoken, devoid of poetic pretension, and honest and fair to the subject matter. though the majority of the pages are dark in tone, they seem to have just the hint of a wry smile beneath the surface, the hidden humor readily available for those who can relate to... (duende)


Jason Ryberg

it’s a rollicking, beer soaked hell-ride through the winding back-roads maze of the author’s mind, but that’s beyond the point; this is essentially a collection harvested from Jason’s wastebasket over a three year friendship.  one day Ezhno just shows up and says 

“hey look, I made a book about your problems with women and drinking every day of your goddamn life.” 

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