<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316</id><updated>2009-10-17T12:30:24.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winteredpress</title><subtitle type='html'>A chaplet publisher of innovative poetry edited by Rachel Moritz, Minneapolis, MN. Contact mori0181@umn.edu for more information or for backorders.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-116267183904762955</id><published>2006-11-04T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:28:07.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lawrence Welk Diaries * The Hallucinogenists,  John Colburn</title><content type='html'>Our first poem-as-play. Colburn's The Lawrence Welk Diaries is a poem in four scenes featuring conversation between  Lawrence Welk, Michel Foucault, Eartha Kitt, and Sam Shephard. The poem/play is followed by a "detour through a flaming hoop," or Colburn's poem, The Hallucinogenists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LW: In North Dakota I heard a pony&lt;br /&gt;count handclaps through dirty teeth and&lt;br /&gt;I understood, the gayer the lights, the &lt;br /&gt;better the luck; we were all tripping&lt;br /&gt;on that tour. I don't see getting drowned.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see looking unlovely. It's mother's fault.&lt;br /&gt;The hundredth bang, very sore, it makes&lt;br /&gt;me smaller, I'll live on, I'll nude, I'll &lt;br /&gt;swerve notes until the old Greek scales&lt;br /&gt;fall from our eyes. As the pumping organ&lt;br /&gt;cannot speak, I can guarantee you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN COLBURN is originally from Mantorville, MN. He is a publisher and editor at Spout Press and teaches writing at the Perpich Center for Arts Education and at Hamline University. His first chapbook, Kissing, was published by Fuori Editions in 2002.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-116267183904762955?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116267183904762955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=116267183904762955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/116267183904762955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/116267183904762955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/11/lawrence-welk-diaries-hallucinogenists.html' title='The Lawrence Welk Diaries * The Hallucinogenists,  John Colburn'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-116267131482051154</id><published>2006-11-04T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:28:52.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth Robinson, The One Big Secret</title><content type='html'>The six poems in Elizabeth Robinson's new series meditate on the violence of the "briefly animate" body taken and taken apart. With their stripped-down line and chilling delivery, these are haunting poems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from "Creature"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afterlife is its own dunce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furred, stupid with bewilderment          So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who did it--from or to us--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixing sebum and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grime into a paste: briefly animate         The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ground beneath us is slippery with it, cruel and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puling runt    So life goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELIZABETH ROBINSON is the author of eight books of poetry, most recently Apostrophe from Apogee Press, and Under That Silky Roof, from Burning Deck Press. She lives in Colorado and co-edits 26 Magazine, EtherDome chapbooks, and Instance Press.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-116267131482051154?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/116267131482051154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=116267131482051154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/116267131482051154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/116267131482051154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/11/elizabeth-robinson-one-big-secret.html' title='Elizabeth Robinson, The One Big Secret'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-115049743934651179</id><published>2006-06-16T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:37:19.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLINTS arrives</title><content type='html'>GLINTS is hot off the press. The 13th in our WinteRed chaplet series, GLINTS is a fantastic long poem in fragments by Twin Cities performance artist and poet, Gabrielle Civil. Here's an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the edge of the firewall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark skin exaggerated like a church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacks of books.&lt;br /&gt;the scruff of deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked up&lt;br /&gt;around the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Already Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your brain feels and feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like gold lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a rooftop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reverberation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GABRIELLE CIVIL is a black woman poet, scholar, conceptual and performance artist originally from Detroit, MI. She received her Ph.D. in Comparative Literature from New York University and currently teaches literature and writing at the College of St. Catherine in St. Paul, MN. The goal of her work is to open up space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order GLINTS by sending $1.39 to WinteRed Press, 2306 27th Avenue South, Mpls. MN 55406&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-115049743934651179?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115049743934651179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=115049743934651179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/115049743934651179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/115049743934651179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/06/glints-arrives.html' title='GLINTS arrives'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-115049717362799778</id><published>2006-06-16T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T07:24:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song On, Thomas Sayers Ellis</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song On,&lt;/strong&gt; by Thomas Sayers Ellis, offers six new poems that soar with inventive music and syntax. An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afro(Fisted) Pick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A symbolic growth tender-headed as protest,&lt;br /&gt;The genre beneath&lt;br /&gt;Blackness.&lt;br /&gt;All red, black and green&lt;br /&gt;Without being&lt;br /&gt;Red, black and green.&lt;br /&gt;All social work&lt;br /&gt;And struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution at the root&lt;br /&gt;Of every groove&lt;br /&gt;Of grooming.&lt;br /&gt;Soul wouldn't be Soul&lt;br /&gt;Without it&lt;br /&gt;And neither would America&lt;br /&gt;Or where America&lt;br /&gt;Bogarts peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOMAS SAYERS ELLIS is an Associate Professor of English at Case Western Reserve University and a faculty member of the Lesley University low-residency M.F.A. program. He is the author of a chapbook, &lt;em&gt;The Genuine Nego Hero&lt;/em&gt; (Kent State University Press 2001), &lt;em&gt;The Maverick Room&lt;/em&gt; (Graywolf Press 2005) and the editor of the forthcoming &lt;em&gt;Quotes Community: Notes for Black Poets&lt;/em&gt; (University of Michigan Press 2006). His poems have recently appeared in &lt;em&gt;Fair Trade, Lit, Mosaic, Tin House&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Legitimate Dangers: American Poets of the New Century.&lt;/em&gt; Visit his website:&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tsellis.com/"&gt;http://www.tsellis.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-115049717362799778?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115049717362799778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=115049717362799778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/115049717362799778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/115049717362799778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/06/song-on-thomas-sayers-ellis.html' title='Song On, Thomas Sayers Ellis'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-115049611605859163</id><published>2006-06-16T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:39:41.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise, Fanny Howe</title><content type='html'>Eleventh in the WinteRed series, &lt;strong&gt;I Promise&lt;/strong&gt; is a broadside elegantly designed and printed on 8.5 x 14" paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is winter. Thick wet snow padding. Branches are broken, trees cracked by a recent ice storm. I cross over the bridge. On the right and below, where the river flooded and now is thick and iced, I see a deer hanging over the branch of a tree.&lt;br /&gt;Velvety, frozen, not even the birds have set to eating it. The deer hangs like the fate of beauty among the branches and snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANNY HOWE is the author of over twenty books of poetry and fiction, including &lt;em&gt;On the Ground, Gone, Saving History, Famous Questions&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;The Quietist&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-115049611605859163?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115049611605859163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=115049611605859163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/115049611605859163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/115049611605859163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-promise-fanny-howe.html' title='I Promise, Fanny Howe'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-115049567979476126</id><published>2006-06-16T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:07:59.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balm to Bilk, Rodrigo Toscano</title><content type='html'>Rodrigo Toscano's&lt;strong&gt; Balm To Bilk (a poem for two voices)&lt;/strong&gt; riffs and rhymes its way through a playful discourse on language, politics, and the aesthetics of the poem. An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exactement. &lt;/em&gt;when they blurt, we brandish&lt;br /&gt;when they brandish, we blurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the level of aesthetics you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. but how do you pare the imperialist&lt;br /&gt;from the imperialist aesthetic,&lt;br /&gt;and the imperialist aesthetic&lt;br /&gt;from the imperialist?&lt;br /&gt;not an easy 'formula' as you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RODRIGO TOSCANO is a 2005 New York Foundation for the Arts Fellow in Poetry. He is the author of &lt;em&gt;To Leveling Swerve&lt;/em&gt; (Krupskaya Books, 2004), &lt;em&gt;Platform &lt;/em&gt;(Atelos, 2003), &lt;em&gt;The Disparities&lt;/em&gt; (Green Integer, 2002) and &lt;em&gt;Partisans&lt;/em&gt; (O Books, 1999). His work has recently appeared in &lt;em&gt;Best American Poetry, 2004&lt;/em&gt; (Scribner) and &lt;em&gt;War and Peace&lt;/em&gt; (O Books, 2004) and &lt;em&gt;In the Criminal's Cabinet: An Anthology of Poetry and Fiction&lt;/em&gt;. He lives in New York City.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-115049567979476126?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115049567979476126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=115049567979476126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/115049567979476126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/115049567979476126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/06/balm-to-bilk-rodrigo-toscano.html' title='Balm to Bilk, Rodrigo Toscano'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-115049494452307291</id><published>2006-06-16T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:55:44.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep/Echo/Song, Dan Beachy-Quick</title><content type='html'>Ninth in the series is Dan Beachy-Quick's &lt;strong&gt;Sleep/Echo/Song. &lt;/strong&gt;This chaplet mixes lyrics and lullabies written after the birth of the poet's daughter. An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a child I thought myself&lt;br /&gt;   A thought--&lt;br /&gt;Then thought became my home--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When thought became my haibt&lt;br /&gt;   The ocean grew&lt;br /&gt;Absent above the stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN BEACHY-QUICK teaches in the MFA Writing Program at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. He has two books: &lt;em&gt;North True South Bright&lt;/em&gt; (Alice James) and&lt;em&gt; Spell &lt;/em&gt;(Ahsahta). A third volume,&lt;em&gt; Mulberry&lt;/em&gt;, will be published in the Spring of 2006 by Tupelo Press.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-115049494452307291?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115049494452307291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=115049494452307291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/115049494452307291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/115049494452307291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/06/sleepechosong-dan-beachy-quick.html' title='Sleep/Echo/Song, Dan Beachy-Quick'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-115049464246362256</id><published>2006-06-16T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:50:42.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise, Wang Ping</title><content type='html'>Eighth in the series is Wang Ping's &lt;strong&gt;Paradise&lt;/strong&gt;, a series of poems and oral histories that chronical the effects of globalization on Chinese workers. An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mountain Lotus,&lt;br /&gt;Is this the paradise you've been seeking--&lt;br /&gt;sweatshop, factory, restaurant, hair salon, house cleaning?&lt;br /&gt;You wept in each letter: lonely, tired, broke, broke.&lt;br /&gt;"Come home," I said, "better poor together than rich apart."&lt;br /&gt;"Only fools like you plough the fields," you wrote back.&lt;br /&gt;Then no words or money, only cousin's message:&lt;br /&gt;"She rubs foreigners' feet in hotels&lt;br /&gt;and hangs with fat old men.&lt;br /&gt;Earrings, bracelets, hair like a bird nest . . .&lt;br /&gt;Oh man she look shot, but not for you.&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, claim your right as a man.&lt;br /&gt;Enclosed is travel money.&lt;br /&gt;Work on construction sites to pay me back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANG PING was born in Shanghai and grew up on a small island in the East China Sea. After three years of farming in a mountain village, she attended Beijing University. In 1985 she left China to study in the U.S., earning her Ph.D. from New York University. She is the acclaimed author of the short story collection &lt;em&gt;American Visa&lt;/em&gt;, the novel &lt;em&gt;Foreign Devil&lt;/em&gt;, the poetry collection &lt;em&gt;Of Flesh and Spirit&lt;/em&gt;, the cultural study &lt;em&gt;Aching for Beauty: Footbinding in China&lt;/em&gt;, and most recently &lt;em&gt;The Magic Whip&lt;/em&gt;, a second collection of poetry. Wang is also the editor and co-translator of the anthology &lt;em&gt;New Generations: Poetry from China Today&lt;/em&gt;. She lives in St. Paul, Minnesota, and teaches at Macalester College.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-115049464246362256?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/115049464246362256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=115049464246362256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/115049464246362256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/115049464246362256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/06/paradise-wang-ping.html' title='Paradise, Wang Ping'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-114270111117819963</id><published>2006-03-18T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T08:58:31.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whthrrthms, Maria Damon</title><content type='html'>7th in the WinteRed series is Maria Damon's &lt;strong&gt;whthrrthms, &lt;/strong&gt;poems playfully engaged with the Minnesota landscape over the span of one fall and winter. An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 10, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milk the sky: a&lt;br /&gt;splendid way to make&lt;br /&gt;time disappear. the mind&lt;br /&gt;the word-sword's sheath&lt;br /&gt;the skein-prism liberator&lt;br /&gt;rainblow prison-shatterer&lt;br /&gt;iris continuum from greed to&lt;br /&gt;gratitude a formal grace--&lt;br /&gt;trees bowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA DAMON teaches poetry and poetics at the University of Minnesota. She is the author of &lt;em&gt;The Dark End of the Street: Margins in American Vanguard Poetry&lt;/em&gt;, and co-author (with Betsy Franco) of &lt;em&gt;The Secret Life of Words&lt;/em&gt; and (with mIEKAL aND) of &lt;em&gt;Literature Nation,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;E.n.t.r.a.n.c.e.d.,&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;PleasureTextPossession. &lt;/em&gt;Read her interview with Chicago Postmodern Poetry here: &lt;a href="http://www.chicagopostmodernpoetry.com/mdamon.htm"&gt;http://www.chicagopostmodernpoetry.com/mdamon.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-114270111117819963?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/114270111117819963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=114270111117819963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114270111117819963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114270111117819963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/03/whthrrthms-maria-damon.html' title='whthrrthms, Maria Damon'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-114269823794279183</id><published>2006-03-18T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T08:10:37.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic With Mr. Quine, Deborah Meadows</title><content type='html'>6th in the WinteRed series is Deborah Meadow's &lt;strong&gt;Logic With Mr. Quine&lt;/strong&gt;, three poems in conversation with American philosopher and logician, Williard Van Orman Quine. In Deborah's words, this chaplet explores "another face of both western and Buddhist studies in the area of logical paradox."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can rely on it that&lt;br /&gt;all poets are unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unreliable, when unreliable&lt;br /&gt;              is appended to its own quotation, so&lt;br /&gt;                             "yields an unreliable result&lt;br /&gt;                               when appended to its own quotation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEBORAH MEADOWS teaches in the Liberal Studies department at California State Polytechnic University, Pomona, where she has been part of ongoing exchanges of writers and scholars to and from Havana. Her works include a Tinfish chapbook, The &lt;em&gt;60s and 70s: from The Theory of Subjectivity in Moby-Dick, Representing Absence&lt;/em&gt; from Green Integer, and &lt;em&gt;Itinerant Men&lt;/em&gt; from Krupskaya Press. Many of her poems, essays, and reviews have appeared in &lt;em&gt;XCP: Cross-Cultural Poetics, Jacket, How2,&lt;/em&gt; and the&lt;em&gt; New Review of Literature.&lt;/em&gt; See her interview at: &lt;a href="http://herecomeseverybody.blogspot.com/2005/01/photo-credit-courtney-gregg-deborah.html"&gt;http://herecomeseverybody.blogspot.com/2005/01/photo-credit-courtney-gregg-deborah.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-114269823794279183?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/114269823794279183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=114269823794279183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114269823794279183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114269823794279183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/03/logic-with-mr-quine-deborah-meadows.html' title='Logic With Mr. Quine, Deborah Meadows'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-114254512042051742</id><published>2006-03-16T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:12:24.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief History of North American Youth, Stephen Burt</title><content type='html'>5th in the WinteRed series, &lt;strong&gt;Brief History of North American Youth&lt;/strong&gt;, features new work by Twin Cities poet and critic, Stephen Burt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt from &lt;strong&gt;Brief History of North American Youth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring pinches as it enters in the style of a foreign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye or garment quizzically over the market's final square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outdoors the household keeps warm keeping in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ancient of days the last novices practice their weave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their crabapples and their demography barricades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;against the inexplicable the roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the material victory whose bracing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final snow abandons every year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEPHEN BURT teaches English at Macalester College in Saint Paul, MN. He is the author of &lt;em&gt;Randall Jarrell and His Age&lt;/em&gt;, as well as two books of poetry, &lt;em&gt;Popular Mus&lt;/em&gt;ic (Center of Literary Publishing/University Press of Colorado, 1999) and &lt;em&gt;Parallel Play&lt;/em&gt; (Graywolf, 2006). Visit his website at: &lt;a href="http://www.accommodatingly.com"&gt;http://www.accommodatingly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-114254512042051742?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/114254512042051742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=114254512042051742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114254512042051742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114254512042051742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/03/brief-history-of-north-american-youth.html' title='Brief History of North American Youth, Stephen Burt'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-114254481405284486</id><published>2006-03-16T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T06:21:23.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullets Retrieved, Rachel Moritz</title><content type='html'>4th in the WinteRed series, &lt;strong&gt;Bullets Retrieved &lt;/strong&gt;is a long collage poem based on King Philip's war (1675-76) between the Wampanoag Indians and the white settlers of New England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we cannot hope for boughs split&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath our route from Plymouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Providence--State of his Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we cannot see his skin granite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolled from a mast-red Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These men with their muskets line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunless rocks like ants marched for slaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we hope the berries on split&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branches redden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL MORITZ's chapbook, &lt;em&gt;The Winchester Monologues&lt;/em&gt;, won the 2005 New Michigan Press Competition. Her poetry is forthcoming or recently published in Colorado &lt;em&gt;Review, Court Green, Denver Quarterly, How2, &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; 26&lt;/em&gt;. With Juliet Patterson, she is the poetry editor at Konundrum Literary Engine: &lt;a href="http://lit.konundrum.com/"&gt;http://lit.konundrum.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-114254481405284486?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/114254481405284486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=114254481405284486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114254481405284486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114254481405284486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/03/bullets-retrieved-rachel-moritz.html' title='Bullets Retrieved, Rachel Moritz'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-114253921534828357</id><published>2006-03-16T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:00:15.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from Mulberry Street, GE Patterson</title><content type='html'>3rd in the WinteRed series, &lt;strong&gt;from Mulberry Street&lt;/strong&gt; features six poems by poet GE Patterson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt from &lt;strong&gt;Apparatus for Distillation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world in which there is no one hoping&lt;br /&gt;But as a strange plenitude with for trees&lt;br /&gt;The stones breaking broken into small stones&lt;br /&gt;What bits of them brighten make shells and glass&lt;br /&gt;Like stars waves unbending the bands of light&lt;br /&gt;Of sweet to flowering and fruited bareness&lt;br /&gt;So that there is that in you grand in feeling&lt;br /&gt;Alive a need turned to well as a thing&lt;br /&gt;Or the man for whom once there were the women&lt;br /&gt;Seen then in that difference swimming and home&lt;br /&gt;So there the end this closing beauty brothers&lt;br /&gt;All of that then in alchemical tones&lt;br /&gt;Have each from the other silence a blessing&lt;br /&gt;What is still in us there as that our feeling&lt;br /&gt;In that world which is there is always hoping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye, Abel’s quiet blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GE PATTERSON'S collection &lt;em&gt;Tug&lt;/em&gt; is available from Graywolf Press. Recent poems can be found in &lt;em&gt;Xcp: Cross Cultural Poetics, Swerve, American Letters and Commentary, Aphrodite of the Spangled Mind, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Open City&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-114253921534828357?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/114253921534828357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=114253921534828357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114253921534828357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114253921534828357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-mulberry-street-ge-patterson.html' title='from Mulberry Street, GE Patterson'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-114253890385310917</id><published>2006-03-16T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:34:21.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vestibulary, Sun Yung Shin</title><content type='html'>2nd in the WinteRed series, Sun Yung Shin's &lt;strong&gt;Vestibulary&lt;/strong&gt; uses the Korean alphabet to explore a "dictionary of myth" in haunting lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hiuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocal folds open. A passage of air&lt;br /&gt;through the pharynx. Puff of white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of heat, her, heart. A sparrow hops&lt;br /&gt;over a leaf on a boulder. We are busy bowing to&lt;br /&gt;brides &amp;amp; broken headstones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chiuch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Historical accuracy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman does an unseemly grave dance, a&lt;br /&gt;bareheaded coutesan, her flash of white neck&lt;br /&gt;through the cemetary gates. She remembers a&lt;br /&gt;schoolgirl on seesa, mid-air, her betrothed,&lt;br /&gt;grounded. "Brings [history] alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUN YUNG SHIN's first poetry collection, &lt;em&gt;Skirt Full of Black&lt;/em&gt;, will be published by Coffee House Press (&lt;a href="http://coffeehousepress.org"&gt;http://coffeehousepress.org&lt;/a&gt;) in the spring of 2007. Her co-edited book &lt;em&gt;Outsiders Within: Racial Crossings and Adoption Politics&lt;/em&gt; is forthcoming from South End Press in 2006. Shin is also the author of &lt;em&gt;Cooper's Lesson&lt;/em&gt;, a bilingual Korean/English illustrated book for children. She teaches English at the Perpich Center for Arts Education and at The College of St. Catherine, both in Minneapolis, MN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-114253890385310917?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/114253890385310917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=114253890385310917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114253890385310917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114253890385310917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/03/vestibulary-sun-yung-shin.html' title='Vestibulary, Sun Yung Shin'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-114253860304135562</id><published>2006-03-16T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:33:47.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from CAPITALIZATION, Mark Nowak</title><content type='html'>1st in the series is Mark Nowak's, &lt;strong&gt;from Capitalization,&lt;/strong&gt; an excerpt from the longer poem of the same name featured in his book, &lt;em&gt;Shut Up Shut Down&lt;/em&gt; (CoffeeHouse Press, 2004). Through collage and sampling, this poem weaves together a narrative of Red-scare era union formation and busting with an account of Reagan's quashing of the air-traffic controller's strike in 1981.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from &lt;strong&gt;Capitalization&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitalize the first word&lt;br /&gt;of every sentence, whether or not&lt;br /&gt;it is a complete sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Capitalize the first word of every line&lt;br /&gt;of poetry. &lt;strong&gt;I started working&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on an assembly line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the huge Westinghouse plant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in East Pittsburgh when I was sixteen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The work was dull and repetitive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From 1954 to 1962,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ronald Reagan served as host&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the television program, "GE Theater."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARK NOWAK is editor of &lt;em&gt;XCP: Cross Cultural Poetics&lt;/em&gt;, co-editor (with Diane Glancy) of &lt;em&gt;Visit Teepee Town: Native Writings after the Detours&lt;/em&gt;, and author of two poetry collections from Coffee House Press (&lt;a href="http://www.coffeehousepress.org"&gt;http://www.coffeehousepress.org&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;em&gt;Revenants&lt;/em&gt; (2000) and &lt;em&gt;Shut Up Shut Down&lt;/em&gt; (2004).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-114253860304135562?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/114253860304135562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=114253860304135562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114253860304135562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114253860304135562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-capitalization-mark-nowak.html' title='from CAPITALIZATION, Mark Nowak'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-114252247273768427</id><published>2006-03-16T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:32:48.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subscribe to WinteRed Press</title><content type='html'>WinteRed is a micro-press publisher of "chaplets," or folded broadsides, edited by Sun Yung Shin and Rachel Moritz. We specialize in the longer, thematic poem or poetic series and have published 13 chaplets since we began in 2003. To order an individual chaplet, send $1.39 to WinteRed Press, 2306 27th Avenue South, Mpls. MN 55408. You can also subscribe to the series for $5.00 annually (4 chaplets), or $10.00 for two years (8 chaplets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of the poets/poems published so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Nowak, from Capitalization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Yung Shin, Vestibulary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunyungshin.com"&gt;http://sunyungshin.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GE Patterson, from Mulberry Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Moritz, Bullets Retrieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Burt, Brief History of North American Youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.accommodatingly.com/"&gt;http://www.accommodatingly.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Meadows, Logic with Mr. Quine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://herecomeseverybody.blogspot.com/2005/01/photo-credit-courtney-gregg-deborah.html"&gt;http://herecomeseverybody.blogspot.com/2005/01/photo-credit-courtney-gregg-deborah.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Damon, whthrrthms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang Ping, Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Beachy-Quick, Sleep/Echo/Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodrigo Toscano, Balm to Bilk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanny Howe, I Promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Sayers Ellis, Song On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tsellis.com"&gt;http://www.tsellis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle Civil, Glints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forthcoming in 2006: John Colburn, Juliet Patterson, Elizabeth Robinson, Walter Lew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24192316-114252247273768427?l=winteredpress.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/feeds/114252247273768427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24192316&amp;postID=114252247273768427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114252247273768427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24192316/posts/default/114252247273768427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winteredpress.blogspot.com/2006/03/subscribe-to-wintered-press.html' title='Subscribe to WinteRed Press'/><author><name>WinteRed Press</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624020006959824643</uri><email>mori081@umn.edu</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15985262711879565245'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24192316.post-114251905071600178</id><published>2006-03-16T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:34:24.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLINTS arrives</title><content type='html'>GLINTS is hot off the press. The 13th in our WinteRed chaplet series, GLINTS is a fantastic long poem in fragments by Twin Cities performance artist and poet, Gabrielle Civil. Here's an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the edge of the firewall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark skin exaggerated like a church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacks of books.&lt;br /&gt;the scruff of deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked up&lt;br /&gt;around the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Already Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your brain feels and feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like gold lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a rooftop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reverberation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GABRIELLE CIVIL is a black woman poet, scholar, conceptual and performance artist originally from Detroit, MI. She received her Ph.D. in Comparative Literature from New York University and currently teaches literature and writing at the College of St. Catherine in St. Paul, MN. The goal of her work is to open up space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order GLINTS by sending $1.39 to WinteRed Press, 2306 27th Avenue South, Mpls. 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