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2016 Chapbook Contest: Week 15 Review

Hi everyone! Small updates this week about shipping + reloading, plus some new pictures of beautiful people with our chapbooks!

Shipping + Receiving Chaps

Jeremiah and longtime N!P ally Dan Hapgood have hit the road, travelling from Tucson for the NYC Poetry Festival (happening this weekend!)–as I write this, they’ve managed to already make it to NH:) Here they are, right before leaving Arizona:

Jeremiah Walton and Dan Hapgood beginning for NYC

Shipping + Receiving Chaps

Last week I sent out another ~10 bundles, depleting my last bit of supplies. But thankfully just a few days ago, I received these lovely boxes from Craig, sending me another 40 copies of each 2nd edition chapbook(!):

Boxes with 40x 2nd Editions

So later today I’ll be sending all the orders that came in this last week, and I’m ready for any upcoming orders, too:) I’ve also already ordered another 30 copies, as I’ll be shipping a bundle to Denver for This Lil Lit Fest, so we’re nearing the end of our final print run–woohoo!

Happy Faces (continued)

The fun continues, as I love sharing pictures of people (and animals!) enjoying our chapbook winners:

As always, we’d love to share your pictures, so please tag us as your chaps arrive!

Much love, and see you next week!❤
-Christopher

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We’ll have a new Tavern post each Wednesday, giving an inside look at the N! process, so stay tuned for more updates!

Here’s the Week Fourteen Review of our Chapbook Contest (shipments + happy faces!)
The Week Thirteen Review (shipments + upcoming readings)
The Week Twelve Review
(chaps + giving thanks!)
The Week Eleven Review (Bob’s video poem)
The Week Ten Review (Emily’s video poem)
The Week Nine Review (Elle’s video poem)
The Week Eight Review (covers revealed + presales!)
The Week Seven Review
(final editing for proofs)
The Week Six Review
 (major editing)
The Week Five Review
 (featured finalists)
The Week Four Review (judging winners)
The Week Three Review  (judging finalists)
The Week Two Review (reading chapbooks)
The Week One Review (initial contest results)

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Four Collages – MaryAnn McCarra-Fitzpatrick

MaryAnn McCarra-Fitzpatrick lives in Peekskill, NY. Artworks included in the travelling exhibit “Circus Terminal.” Poems published in:Chronogram, Make Room for Dada, Cheap and Easy Magazine, The Westchester Review, The Mom Egg, Florida English, The Healing Muse, The Pieran, MoonLit, Clapboard House, & The New Poet.

Flower Girl

Flower Girl

Flower Woman

Flower Woman

Good Enough to Eat

Good Enough To Eat

Orange Blossoms

Orange Blossoms


“Orange Blossoms” + “Good Enough To Eat” + “Flower Woman” + “Flower Girl” are all previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance Issue #012.

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Two Poems – Amie Zimmerman

Amie Zimmerman lives in Portland, OR, with her teenage son and three catz. She has been published online, included in anthologies, and has a chapbook (“Kelley Point“) available at Powell’s. She cuts hair for wages and writes for love.

It’s Not Too Late To Salvage The Piece of Glass That Surfaced On Your Knee

The milk dregs.

I looped several million hairs of sheep for your death blanket, the one
they shrank after your death.

You said it was tiny seizures you were having as your brain made
room for the tumors.

Yellow skin.
Fat ankles fattening.

We sat together when John Kerry lost. I pushed a cart slowly the next
day at Trader Joe’s.

Unnaturally colored wigs.

I waited up several nights in a row. You died during the one when I slept.

Nursing my son, he and I both cried.

I still have the cast of your torso in the room under my stairs.
It’s not a ghost.

Many nights I was drunk when you shuffled to your pill box.

Often I try to forget you told me where your sex toys were.

I came in to say goodbye, pushed against your skin and everything
that filled you pushed back hard.

In The Five Days Since You Left

I.
The shower got me clean but standing
naked keeps clothing me again and again.

II.
Half the water and half the amount
of everything and it is either too potent
or I’ve forgotten how to take a measure.

III.
A blanket tent. The glaciers
bum-rush my bedroom.

IV.
A prohibition of stars and of whispers
over unlawful shoulders.
A prohibition as unbutton/or.

V.
I don’t believe in returning. I use
the telephone. I use butterknives.


“It’s Not Too Late To Salvage The Piece of Glass That Surfaced On Your Knee” + “In The Five Days Since You Left” are both previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance Issue #012.

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2016 Chapbook Contest: Week 14 Review

Hi everyone! Small updates this week about shipping + reloading, plus some pictures of beautiful people with chapbooks that have already arrived last week!

Shipping Chaps!!

3rd Bundle

 

Since last week, I’ve been to the post office twice, sending out two different sets of ~25 bundles–as such, all orders as of 7/15 have now been fulfilled!

Furthermore, all first edition chaps have been sent out, or are waiting with Jeremiah for NYC:) I’ve already placed another order with Bottlecap Press, getting ready to reload in a week or so, which I’ll use for Denver’s This Lil Lit Fest + any new orders that have come in these last few days. I’ll also be sending along some extra contributor copies to some of our writers, passing along chaps at-cost.

Happy Faces!

And now the fun part: as your orders arrive, please tag Nostrovia! in any pictures of you with the chapbooks–we can’t wait to share your smiling faces:)

What a bunch of cuties❤

Much love, and see you next week!
-Christopher

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We’ll have a new Tavern post each Wednesday, giving an inside look at the N! process, so stay tuned for more updates!

Here’s the Week Thirteen Review of our Chapbook Contest (shipments + upcoming readings)
The Week Twelve Review (chaps + giving thanks!)
The Week Eleven Review (Bob’s video poem)
The Week Ten Review (Emily’s video poem)
The Week Nine Review (Elle’s video poem)
The Week Eight Review (covers revealed + presales!)
The Week Seven Review
(final editing for proofs)
The Week Six Review
 (major editing)
The Week Five Review
 (featured finalists)
The Week Four Review (judging winners)
The Week Three Review  (judging finalists)
The Week Two Review (reading chapbooks)
The Week One Review (initial contest results)

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Four Poems – Catch Business

Catch Business is the author of “GHOST GFS” (Electric Cereal, 2015) and “ABLE TO / ALWAYS WILL” (Civil Coping Mechanisms, 2016) as well as the chapbook “Bye, Product” (Be About It, 2015). She is the Founding Poetry Editor of Witch Craft Magazine and Chapbook Coordinator at Sad Spell Press.

**Shout out to Catch as a Featured Finalist of our 2016 Chapbook Contest!

“Sonnet” + “Sonnet” + “West Coast Slow” + “New Eyes,” featured below, are previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance, Issue #012.

Sonnet

answers assuming you didn’t
commit to a number
the price of pills staggered
without anyone else to text
i can’t stop staring
into the gap of your teeth
meditating there
ego unfolded a reminder
i owe you into capsules
out loud with a loose neck
drop off half eaten sundays
pills afford us honestly
my curiosity strokes
only the you exposed to me

Sonnet

those golden eyes swallowed
prescription drugs and
self-consciousness my
collection of crystals
we could go anywhere
we could be interruptions
we could look forward
without seeing each other first
a canyon bed
a sweat stained hallway
wearing each like a robe
i walk thru every death we made
to explain the expanse
my limbs lengthening

West Coast Slow

morning i desire so much
your spare key you’re beautiful
i become deadly i say
in the cutest way i want to die
because idk those letters
you left me imagining myself as
words skimmed over distracted
by an idea kissing shaped
a site that won’t reload
accepting the stale fear of
nothing left i want to see
laptop light across patient skin

New Eyes

i’m a windmill in wyoming
when i wake angry
wanting you to soothe
with words unspoken
a hay pile of muscle
on the ridge of your tongue
she climbs onto it
a capturing cradle
the center of living rooms
i want to be a silver spoon
i want you to look
with flooded eyes
in the morning
limbs dew and breezed
open to angles
rearranged by eyelashes