Tracks by Logan Ryan Smith

Out of Print

ypolita press is back! Now Available: Logan Ryan Smith's Tracks. Pre-orders (and regular orders) will now be shipped out in the coming week.

Sample Poem:

Inside the car
I can’t see the tracks
or what’s outside
can only feel the shaking
of the lights and mirrored
windows reflecting my
loose jaw and dumb tongue
vibrating ceaselessly
with all the meat
attached to these
spasmodic bones

I can’t hear anything
but the leper’s senseless jabber
and ghosts’ whirring
and Echo
Echo
Echo squealing
outside
ahead
of the headlights

Because You Are Loved

Nicholas Manning's Hi Higher Hyperbole now available!


Pink text pages and bound with pink thread. The red heart is an actual doily! Happy Valentines!

Out of Print

Some of the poems in the book have appeared in Fascicle, Free Verse, Parcel, (right after moi), and check out the podcast.

Metempsychose review

Check out Mark's review of Metempsychose HERE. Ypolita LOVES Ashes, ghosts, and also rubies.

 Nicholas Manning's Hi Higher Hyperbole Out of Print

Some of the poems in the book have appeared in Fascicle, Free Verse, Parcel, (right after moi), and check out the podcast.

Metempychose by Matina Stamatakis

Metempychose by Matina Stamatakis, with artwork by Theoni Tambaki

Out of Print!

Some poems from the book can be seen at Turntable and Blue Light, Milk, and Canopic Jar.

From Here

Kathrin Schaeppi has a short review of Zoë Skoulding's From Here, here. Thanks Kathrin!

From Here

As part of the Dusie Chapbook Kollektiv year 3, Ypolita Press is happy to release Zoë Skoulding's From Here with images by Simonetta Moro.

If you are involved in Dusie 3, you will get yours soon. If you are not but would like one, here it is!
















Paypal button below with a nifty drop down menu. Sample poem below.



I

what I can hold in the eye breaks

at the edges a cluster of paths a zebra

crossing to the other side of the road side-

walks becoming pavements that shadow

pulled across continents the signs point

in all directions at once down

there in the windblown circumference

of light you carry history from a

to b in planetary drifts across a lens

Out of Print