the origin of paranoia as a heated mole suit

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BOOK DATA

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Publishing Genius Press
December 2008
ISBN-10: 0-9280813-0-8
ISBN-13: 978-0-9820813-0-3

52 pages
5x7"
perfect bound

Cover design by Stephanie Barber, digitized by justin sirois.
Page design by Adam Robinson with thanks to Chris Toll.

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BIOGRAPHICAL DATA

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Rupert Wondolowski is the author of The Whispering of Ice Cubes, Humans Go Outside to Hurt You, and a few others. His work has appeared in Murdaland, Lost and Found Times, Rampike, Open 24 Hours, Fell Swoop, Rock Heals, Peek Review, and numerous other literary journals. He is the editor of The Shattered Wig Review and host of the erratically held Shattered Wig Nights at the glorious 14 Karat Cabaret. He occasionally gets to read his work on WYPR's treasured program "The Signal" and to pass judgment on authors far more accomplished than himself in book reviews in Baltimore's City Paper.

SAMPLE POEM

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Steve Fisher Continues

I.
I wake up screaming.
I scream scratching the dog’s belly in bed,
scream seeing the third pillow has fallen to the dusty floor.
I scream during breakfast, wet bananas on lips.

Shaving, I scream. I scream cleaning up the bloody mess.
Scream when the neighbors pound, when the police
come knocking.
I scream on the walk to work, yard ladies gyrate
gardening shorts,
Arabbers hurl eggplant torpedos at me, their horses stomp, dogs bark.

I scream the news grotesque,
football game shooting in Anchorage,
Middle East imploding.

I scream under Manhattan like undigested pork.

The previous day, screaming, I crossed
a small lake in the countryside on a rowboat.
Screaming, I ate a picnic lunch, ants
forming a moustache above my screamhole.

I scream quietly during a polo-shirted
golf match, a drink umbrella catching
on my sore uvula.

II.
In the evening the sky flames up with rockets
as I sit down to an outdoor meal
with a manufacturer of dolls’ voices
from Newark,
the fauna and wildlife and scout troop
suddenly a parfait of gelatin beside the yarn trees.

For three days I can’t scream as I lay in bed
and listen to the dogs amidst the trees,
the sound of gamelan. I saw lizards
on the walls of my room and
I awoke one morning to find that the
lizard on the light switch was
nothing but the janitor’s wrinkled hand.

Eventually I will regain
enough strength to put it away
with Percy Shelley’s heart which I’ve
preserved in linen all these years.

Sample Poem #2

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pate trenches

Are you making mummies to standard in a kingdom of rubber tires? There was a relationship between electricity and wetness, ringing phones and boiling pasta. I was ready to spill everything I knew, armed forces bumping fences, her earlier little bell having dropped its clapper.

Dust was settling everywhere. The sunlight made it look like encroaching fur. Hollowed eyed consumers moved sluggishly through aisles, slumping barges bearing their ancestors’ neckmeat.

It was the year the hair went inside.

Gourdlike, depressive we rust in our summer chairs and like Elisha we curse the band of youths, but they are not eaten by she-bears. They call us “Shemp” and shrink to bumblebees.

“Not a man or woman in the circus doesn’t know about you!”

About the publisher

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Publishing Genius Press specializes in short books.

They're simple but lovingly crafted, pored-over at every step in the process, and affordable. PGP aspires only to publish work of the highest quality, regardless of genre; El Greed is drawings, Whale Box is a long poem, Six off 66 is a short story collection. Stephanie Barber's These Here Separated to See How They Standing Alone is a book and, check it out, a DVD.

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