Dear Chicago,
I miss your face and think you should come to my book release party on Friday night, so I can hug you. The first party for my first book, Good Grief, will be at Elastic Arts in Logan Square, Chicago (2830 N. Milwaukee, 2nd Floor) on Friday, March 23rd. Doors open at 8,…
Shit Stevie Likes: Love Letter to Chicago/ Book Release Party
Shit Stevie Likes: WRITE BLOODY OPEN SUBMISSIONS PERIOD - DEADLINE TOMORROW
Write Bloody’s annual Open Submissions Contest closes tomorrow! This is the contest that I won last year and landed me my first boo and two of my best friends (Benjamin Clark and and Laura Yes Yes) won the year before. Write Bloody is a really lovely family that has been incredibly supportive of…
LAST CALL: Submissions for "Drink" Issue
Deadline: March 15th
Submit 3-5 poems or visual art pieces (each piece submitted as a separate file) that relate somehow to the theme of “Drink” via our submissions manager.
http://muzzlemagazine.submishmash.com/submit
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By “Drink,” we don’t mean to limit submissions to poems about frat parties and praying to the porcelain gods. We encourage submitters to be creative with the theme.
For some suggestions on how one might creatively interpret the theme, go to:
http://www.muzzlemagazine.com/1/post/2011/09/drink-muzzles-first-themed-issue.html
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Muzzle aims to bring together the voices of poets from a diverse array of backgrounds, paying special homage to those from communities that are historically underrepresented in literary magazines.
Muzzle has the distinct honor of being the only online literary magazine named as one of the ten best new magazines of 2010 by Library Journal in “LJ Best New Magazines of 2010: Ten new periodicals rise to the top.”
Chicago Book Release - March 24th!
Please come celebrate the release of Stevie Edwards’ first book of poems, Good Grief (Write Bloody Publishing, 2012)!
The night will include readings from a gaggle of Stevie’s poet friends:
Laura Yes Yes
Emily Rose
Kristiana Colón
Shanny Jean
Benjamin Clark
Copies of Good Grief will be on sale for $15.
Doors at 8pm, show at 8:30. 18+ ID at the door. Please do not b your own b
The West Side School for the Desperate is located at 3608 W. Wrightwood - near the Logan Square Blue line stop and the Fullerton bus.
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STEVIE EDWARDS currently resides in Ithaca, NY, where she is working toward completing an MFA in creative writing at Cornell University. Her first full-length collection of poetry, Good Grief, is forthcoming from Write Bloody Publishing in April 2012. She is the editor-in-chief of MUZZLE Magazine, editor of 4th & Verse Books, assistant editor of EPOCH, and a proud alumna of Chicago’s Real Talk Avenue. Her work has appeared in several literary journals, including Rattle, Thieves Jargon, Union Station, Night Train, PANK, Word Riot, and decomP.
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ADVANCE PRAISE FOR GOOD GRIEF::
Stevie Edwards tells the truth in a music made for poetry. Good Grief, a title I keep envying, is a thrilling debut of voice-driven poems from a poet wracked by her vision of the world as it is in all its lowly grit and open air. This is the strange comfort of loneliness at its brightest, finest lyric moment.
–JERICHO BROWN, author of PLEASE
The collection Stevie Edwards presents here is the soundtrack to a young woman discovering her ability to be human, to be equal parts fucked up and beautiful. This youth, however, exists merely in the subjects she tackles, never in lyricism. Truly, Edwards writes with a mastery way beyond her years. It’s almost irritating how good she is.
–J.W. BASILO, author and performer
Stevie Edwards speaks unflinchingly—she faces love, desire, grief, loneliness, family, the world, without ever turning away, in a voice that’s vulnerable and raw, piercing and honest, crafted and bold. These poems open with seeming simplicity, twist gracefully, and then leave us lyrically breathless.
–HELENA MESA, author of HORSE DANCE UNDERWATER
When you read Stevie Edwards’ words, every organ in your body will feel like it is shutting down. The lungs are forgetting their purpose, the liver is shriveling up and each finger is crippling unto each other as she insists “save a little rum in your belly to unwolf into new mud.” Edwards is taking all the oxygen with these poems…and it hurts so good.
–MAHOGANY L. BROWNE, author, performer, and publisher
Edwards transcends that fueling debate that “spoken” or “page” poetry are genres at all, and what remains is an explosion of language that both defies academic standards while remaining consistently strong; each line and image, when isolated, remains flawless, obviously obsessed over to perfection, with an unmatched ability to penetrate readers and hit them in that poetry muscle that only flexes when in awe.
–STEPHANIE LANE SUTTON, writer-in residence at West Side School for the Desperate
Cave Canem at AWP 2012: Maybe the Saddest Thing
by MARCUS WICKER
is a shovel sighing earth—
is what’s stirring beneath a well,
where I always go: that suck and push
of air, swelling the chest— its starting
place. That I couldn’t end there
is as sad and annoying
as watching a pet mouse collide and
collide with its…
(via dailydiggings)
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Don’t say: your mama’s so fat. Instead:
Don’t say: your mama’s so fat. Instead:
your mama ain’t never made winter soup
of her dead husband, doesn’t know
how to take marrow and make heat,
uses both hands to roll dice,
motherfucker
from “Baba Sits You on the Kitchen Table and Teaches You All the Old-School Curses” by Michael Mlekoday.
