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Nettie Zan presents a raucous and impudent book of persona poems, dripping with the tradition of seeing folk, bible, and mythological stories from a new perspective. Witness Tweedledum's opinion on Alice, Jonah speaking to the Whale, van Gogh's last canvas telling his serenade song, and many more hot takes on old tales. Here's an excerpt on the Woodcutter's view of Little Red Riding Hood:The Woodcutter Buries His HatchetWolfie and I's little game surely never did anyone any harm,we prowled the edges of the wood so discreetly,learned the routines of the men who cleared the woods and the villagers who delivered goods from town to town,the day-trip days of hermit types who lived deep in the forest.Truth be told, Wolfie was shy, even a little self-loathingbeing so long in the fang, muzzle dusted gray, and patchy coatand it pained him to watch his wild home be torn down day by dayby his own sweet woodcutter, lumberjack lover ... me.

Everything I Never Told You Is All I Have Left to Say is an epistolary flash fiction written from the perspective of Bitter Crone on her deathbed. She traverses family, lovers, friends, objects and ideas in her final breaths."This lexicon of grief, this encyclopedia of what went unsaid between us. Nothing new. Nothing written here is something you didn't feel about somebody else some other time. Now that all my teeth are lost, I'm not afraid of losing anything and death will close my mouth soon enough.Everything I never told you is all I have left to say. Look now at what I kept within. Look at what I held back behind my grin and feel how you were part of it. Look before you lose your vision. Look at me now - the whole, the witch, the crone, the mother bleeding out, the forgotten wife, the child all-pushed around. These are the secret missives, eat them whole and be sickened. You are not immune.

Ozark Love Poems & a Song of Divinity is a love letter to the author's beloved Ozark Mountains. The 20 sonnets within are an homage and nod to the great poet, Pablo Neruda.i do not hold your river or your creek or the white crestsonly the length of the rocky bed, the bend, confluencepersimmons bruised on the forest floorthe shoal and chute which cannot be resistedfrom the north fork of the whites of your eyesto the broad ridge in the south, the post oak to the pinesyou are the red clay of deep missouri, pressing my thumbsinto the heft of your curves, i hold spring itselfyou are all potential and i love your chance as a dream i hidfrom my lonesome self, i shaped mountains into your likenessbefore the portent of knowing what you are likeand then, when you are there with meyou are the light i allow to leave me exposedi shudder in ecstasy and surrender to your dominion

An American Foursquare is a kit house from the turn of the 20th Century, which any man "of average ability" could build himself. This novel follows one such house in Lawrence, Kansas, as it is built and homed with a poor, violent family for generations. The house falls in love with the Pentecostal church/cult that gets built next door as the story follows the tragic best friendship of the house's son and the church's daughter. They witness a crime in their teens which ends their friendship, and the novel follows them as they reunite as adults.

This is a small poetry collection of poems featuring character and scene vignettes inspired by the David Lynch film, Wild at Heart. It is inspired by the question: Which movie are you every character in?My answer is this love-on-the-lam flick featuring Nic Cage and Laura Dern. It's a fantastic Dada narrative about murder, magic, infernos, starcrossed lovers, evil mothers, the most insidious villain in Willem Dafoe's stand-out performance, and of course ... the power of a snakeskin jacket.