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Marsh Hawk Press Artistic Advisory Board

Toi Derricotte
Denise Duhamel
Marilyn Hacker
Maria Mazziotti Gillan
Alicia Ostriker
Marie Ponsot
David Shapiro
Nathaniel Tarn
Anne Waldman
John Yau

In Memory of Allan Kornblum & Robert Creeley

 

 

 

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Congratulations to the Winners and Finalists!

Winner of the Fourteenth Annual Marsh Hawk Press Poetry Prize

Robert Gibb

Winner of the Robert Creeley Memorial Award

Lisa Beech Hartz

Winner of the Rochelle Ratner Memorial Award

Steven Sanchez

Finalists

Walter Holland, Susan Lewis, James Grabill, Margaret King, Ray Keifetz, Jake Young, Jessica Johnson, Cherene Sherrard, Rebeccca Kinzie Bastian, Shane Neilson, Lucy Ricciardi, Rich Murphy, Daneen Wardrop, Judith Montgomery, Ioanna Carlsen, George Kalamaras, Arthur Brown, Julie Babcock, Paul Hellweg, Jeff Walt, W. Nick Hill

 

Spring 2016 Titles From the Press

 

Latest Volcano A Hole In the Ocean My Chocolate

Winner of the 2015 Marsh Hawk Press Prize

TANA JEAN WELCH: Latest Volcano

The presentation of characters, settings, and situations is as subtly beautiful as it is haunting, and leaves the reader inspired and in awe. These poems are gilt-lined, catching to the eye and the mind, and reminiscent of the broader circumstances found within everyday humanity.—Greg Bem, Rain Taxi

SANDY McINTOSH: A Hole In the Ocean: A Hamptons' Apprenticeship

These irresistibly amusing and engaging recollections of the author's encounters with the great and near-great artists and poets who washed ashore in the Hamptons has a special charm, as our intrepid protagonist plays unofficial chauffeur, therapist, straight-man and witness, always with retrospective self-awareness, insight and bittersweet gratitude.—Phillip Lopate

 

CLAUDIA CARLSON: My Chocolate Sarcophagus

The twenty-three poems in Claudia Carlson’s Chocolate Sarcophagus combine raw courage and absolute beauty. Powerful, poignant, ecstatically lyrical, and beautifully crafted, they present us with an unflinching contemplation of mortality that never descends into sentimentality. In these poems, Carlson brings us an important message from the edge of life. —Mary Mackey

Selected Poems

The Connoiseur of Alleys

Charlotte Songs

THOMAS FINK: Selected Poems & Poetic Series

“Fresh marvelously exuberant lyric wildness…. Of special interest: a set of ‘Yinglish” poems that bring the syntax of the Yiddish into the American lyric.” –Charles Bernstein

 

 

 

 

EILEEN R. TABIOS: The Connoisseur of Alleys

Eileen R. Tabios is arguably the most prolific and inventive experimental writer in the U.S. —Vince Gotera

 

 

 

 

PAUL PINES: Charlotte Songs

The great themes—like Love, Death and Family— have inspired masterpieces and, alas, Hallmark Cards. In Charlotte Songs, Paul Pines celebrates his daughter. But, if you want the Hallmark Card version of fatherhood, you’ve come to the wrong place. Pines gives us the full paradox of living with his child as she grows from toddler to young woman. Inventive, humorous, baffling and poignant. —Dalt Wonk

 

Any Lie You Tell Will Be the Truth Things Done For Themselves Hit Play

STEPHEN PAUL MILLER: Any Lie You Tell Will Be the Truth

With narratives informed by the non-narrative, quotidian accounts backlit with recherché high-theory, and a palpable subjectivity wrapping an impersonal conceptualism, Stephen Paul Miller spins the coin so we can see, dialectically, both sides simultaneously. Miller — as Zukofsky would recognize — still has a speech.—Craig Dworkin

GEORGE QUASHA: Things Done For Themselves

Like a festive tempest of flitting iterates, Quasha’s Preverbs provide a lexical elixir— An infinitely textatic reverberance of aphoristic euphoria.— Adeena Karasick

 

 

 

DANIEL MORRIS: Hit Play

"Love Never Fails" is about as complete a hagiography of the Disco Queen as can be. Detailed, funny, dreamy and sad, too -- it’s like the 80s, cigarettes, disco, AIDS, and San Francisco (that’s Mission Hill?) got all mixed up on a Castro Street summer night.— Andrei Codrescu