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Lavender Ink is a small publisher of poetry and literary extravagance in New Orleans.

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Perfect Bound Books:

  Tim VanDyke: Topographies Drawn with a Divine Chain of Birds

  Moose Jackson:  The Loup Garou: A Lunar Cycle

  Jake Berry and Jeffrey Side:  Cyclones in HIgh Northern Latitudes

  Hank Lazer:  Portions

  Jesse Loren:  Screamin' Mimi

  Thaddeus Conti:  aepoetics

  Joel Dailey:  
    My Psychic Dogs My Life

  Brad Elliot:  +love

  Dave Brinks:  The Caveat Onus

  Frank Sherlock & Brett Evans:
    Ready to Eat

  Megan Burns:
     memorial + Sight Lines

  Marthe Reed: Tender Box

  Randy Prunty: Fish Log

  NOLAFugees: Year Zero

  Hank Lazer:  Days

  Richard Martin: Boink

  Joel Dailey: Lower 48

 

Saddle Stitched Chapbooks:

  Andy Young

  Dave Brinks

  Joy Lahey

  Camille Martin

  Alex Rawls

  Vincent Farnsworth

  Andy di Michele

 

Books by Bill Lavender:

  transfixion (Garret County /
    Trembling Pillow)

  I of the Storm (Trembling Pillow)

  31 Poems (Lavender Ink Chap)

  Another South (Alabama UP)

  While Sleeping (Chax)

  look the universe is dreaming

      (Potes and Poets)

  Guest Chain (Video Press)


Other Media

nf   Baddog


Friends

Fieralingue
(Poet's Corner)

NOLAFugees

17Poets

Trembling Pillow Press

Chax Press

Big Bridge

Ubu

Electronic Poetry Center

E•ratio Postmodern Poetry

Moria

Tata Nacho

University of New Orleans

Ezra, a Journal of Translation


Blogs


Anny Balladini's poetry blog project

Charles Bernstein

Jake Berry

Brad Elliott

Skip Fox

Jesse Loren

Ron Silliman

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Cyclones in High

Northern Latitudes

 

A collaborative poem by Jake Berry and Jeffrey Side, with drawings and cover art by Rich Curtis.

 

Portions

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpt:

 

Her dignity

could not be effaced

by the quality

of her clothes.

I knew this

back near the border

when I was not satisfied.

I recommend highly

a new approach

to the situation.

Such was the time

spent together.

What could I offer her

that would not

betray her?

Money was cold comfort,

bleak as the weather.

There would be

half a smile

and polite rejection

and words

beneath her breath

in a language Portions

not spoken since

a time

before words

were written.

All this

I tell you now.

A time

there was

when such

could not be broached.

Not even

by those

whose position

it was to assist.

Why do I

go on this way?

Cyclones in High Northern Latitudes
ISBN: 978-1935084082
Paper- $10.00



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