Poems of absolute nakedness that chase the power of love, Daniel McGinn is one of the most admired poets in the underground American poetry scene. These works are rooted in the overwhelming minutiae of everyday life: birth and death, marriage and children, work and leisure, sickness and health, hopelessness and redemption and even the comfort of sorrow. A hometown hero in the Southern California poetry scene for over twenty years, Daniel McGinn is known for deceptively simple, meticulously crafted poems. From the mind of this shy, quiet, unassuming man comes beautiful verse, begging to be invited in from out of the rain.

This book is a powerful examination of life in America for Filipino Americans and people of Asian descent. Bayani doesn't preach, but he comes across as an energetic pastor, thoughtful, graceful and ready. This arsenal of work he has been sitting on for the past decade is funny, political, well crafted verses that shines a light on what it means to be an American, an artist, A Filipino.

The poems in Help in the Dark Season expose lessons of adult and childhood trauma, relationship joys and failures, and the all-around hard work of true togetherness. Help in the Dark Season explores the pathway of human love as it begins in the dark, moves into parental hands, transfers into to experiments of the heart, grows, breaks, and ultimately transforms us more than any other experience we withstand. Each poem walks us into Jacqueline Suskin’s world, where dreams and sacred visions are just as important as reality, where planet earth is an active character and spouse, and every attempt at love adds up as wisdom worth remembering. There are so many ways for us to access love; these poems map this personal process, uncovering the helpful tools and healing realizations that Suskin has gathered while conjuring up and relentlessly believing in love. Even when it hurts us the most and causes the worst confusion, even when it’s laughable and foolish, these poems aim to provide proof that human connection is crucial and always worth the risk.

A clear voice of her generation, Sierra DeMulder’s writing offers a gritty, sincere perspective on the subtle joys and modern pains of living. Her debut collection The Bones Below delicately carries the reader to a place of brutal, beautiful honesty. DeMulder’s personal revelations complete a touching portrait of the young artist and her fearless exploration of the human experience, bare in its rawest and most tender forms. DeMulder possesses the most important quality a young writer can have, a unique voice. That voice exploded onto the national poetry scene. Sierra uses subtlety and tension the way photographers use angle. She will eat your heart out with a spoon. -Karen Finneyfrock, “Ceremony for the Choking Ghost" DeMulder is intensely personal. - Huffington Post violently passionate and sweet, deftly moving between the two modes. - The Lamron, New Journal of SUNY Geneseo

Miles Walser unearths the concept of the binary in his long-awaited first poetry collection. While Walser's lionhearted deconstruction of gender tackles trans identity in a way no living poet has before, he also dismantles other alleged dichotomies such as loneliness and introversion, softness and rage, mathematics and art. He acknowledges the existence of all these 'opposites' and their place inside the author. Walser bares so much of his many-hued self that the reader can't help but turn inwards. The reader does not simply watch the author bloom in these poems but the open-minded reader is bound to bloom also.

Science, poetry and Jeff Goldblum form a covalent bond that puts the poetic fire underneath our bunsen burners. A Lab Tech of words, Maney turns plain language into curious, knowledge-hungry poetry.

Winner of 2021 Write Bloody Publishing Book Award. A perfect book for readers searching for the salve of darker verse and recovery poetry. Every Little Vanishing is, at its core, a collection of poetry that will bring you to your knees with its honesty. "...our marriage / a bridge between staying for the children we had or leaving for the people we want to become." "Every Little Vanishing” might change your definition of poetry forever. If you've ever thought of the poem as something that muses and meanders, think again. Sheleen McElhinney writes poems the way novelists write page-turning fiction. Her first lines grab you by the collar and pull you––no––drag you through each word, kicking and screaming until you reach the poem's end. By the last line, you hurt so good you beg Sheleen to do it again. There were times I wanted to rip out the pages of this book and swallow them, desperate to consume the work in as many ways possible. There were times I pressed my ear to this book and heard an ocean of grief. What I mean is, this book will both drown and buoy you." --Megan Falley, Author of Drive Here and Devastate Me, Write Bloody 2018 Co-Author of How Poetry Can Change Your Heart, Chronicle Books, 2019 “Like submarines, Sheleen McElhinney's unflinching poems probe the lightless regions of memory, addiction, loss, longing, and daughter-/sister-/mother-hood. In her debut collection she illuminates the various ruthlessnesses of a ruthless personal history—an illumination powerful enough to reveal a hard won hope, even here among the grief and disappointments of living. This is a poetics of survival that, using as its instruments, a fierce attention to detail and a brazen, uncompromising candor. It wades resolutely through the terrors of inhabiting a body in time and arrives at the one true miracle: the next moment. And the next. And the next.” --Jeremy Radin, Author of Slow Dance With Sasquatch and Dear Sal. ABOUT THE BOOK: These poems drag you to the darkroom of vulnerability where everything is exposed; the wounded child, the wreckless adolescent, the life and death of a sibling to addiction, and the loss of self through marriage and motherhood. These poems hold beneath their hard exterior the soft underbelly of what it means to love and lose. They are for anyone who wants to learn how to grow a new skin, to excavate the body of its grief, to devour it, and to let it choke you.