Nous-zōt's Spring 2016 is going out with a BANG! Eleni Sikelianos' gorgeous chapbook How to Assemble the Animal Globe, an excerpt from her forthcoming book from Coffee House Press. This mock-up does not give justice to the metallic gold cover or the metallic violet vellum endpaper which will show through where the animal figures will be cut away.
How to Assemble the Animal Globe will feature five animal images by artist Christine Lee: an extinct animal from each of the following -- Africa, Asia, Americas, Europe, Australia/Oceania, and Antarctica. This stab-bound chapbook also features removable pages for constructing your own Animal Globe, the sections hand-annotated by Eleni with the names of extinct animals. Available for pre-order at the Nous-zōt online shop.
to which side
it had to drink daily
which made it easy (to shoot)
eating the best
red grass, spear grass, love grass
blue from dark skin showing thru
If you travel to Uppsalla, Capetown or London you might glimpse one
of the three remaining pairs of horns
A skull in Glasgow, one in Amsterdam
The four mounted specimens (Vienna, Stockholm, Paris, Leiden)
Nous-zot author Carolyn Hembree was been awarded 2015 Louise
Bogan Award Winner for her ms Rigging A Chevy into a Time Machine and Other
Ways to Escape A Plague. The annual award is for a book of poems contributing
in an innovative and distinctive way to American poetry. The book is slated to
be published in the spring of 2016. An excerpt from Hembree's manuscript appears as a
2015 NZP chapbook: Fever Dreams in Tongues without Skulls.
Nearly ready to begin printing Bridget Lee's chapbook, Sun Creatures, lyric and innovative all at once, these poems meditate on bees, the one who keeps them, and the environmental crisis and the root of our world.
Cover art by Karinna Gomez, 37 pages, Japanese stab binding with pale yellow vellum endpapers.
Pre-order a copy now, just $8.00 plus shipping. sun creatures by Bridget Lee, $8.00 excerpt
Out by the train-tracks where small red poppies persist in growingbees go. Out by the trash bins, buttercups,addled with bees.These fragments are what I can’t see between. These are what I retreat from. I’ll call the sun a train with a hundred wheels. I’ll call it bearing down. Throw poppyapplevetchfrom the windows of cars.Cast them as questionswhat are wewhat are wewhat are we?