New issue of Contra Equum Niveum Vol. 5 @ Hexagon Press

I just got it in the mail which is always the nicest surprise. Snail mail is honestly one of my favorite pure moments of joy. Thanks, Brittany and James! 

The contributors to volume 5 are: Adrian Encomienda, M Kitchell, Ric Carfagna, and Craig McVay.

Issues can be found in San Francisco at Adobe Books + Arts Cooperative, Dog Eared Books, City Lights Books, Alley Cat Books, Bound Together Anarchist Book Collective, Pegasus Books in Oakland , and E.M. Wolfman in Oakland. They'll also send you one for free via snail mail if you send them your address



New issue of Contra Equus Niveus Vol. 3 is out @ Hexagon Press

Hexagon Press is run by Brittany Ham and James Bradley (an LP alum). The contributing poets to volume 3 are: Ric Carfagna (another LP alum!), Kurt Cline, Stuart Cooke, and Stuart Jay Silverman. 

Dear friends, have courage: I did survive! Despite our terror, we will win, because our souls are the images of God, while the robot has merely images.

You can pick up a free issue at several San Francisco stockists including City Lights Bookstore, Dog Eared Books, and Bound Together Anarchist Collective Bookstore.

Hexagon Press: Call for Submissions

James Bradley, a new poet from Issue 9, and Brittany Ham run Hexagon Press. They are looking for submissions for their third issue. Check out this page for submission guidelines. 

From their About page:

The Library is a sphere whose exact center is any hexagon and whose circumference is unattainable,” states Jorge Luis Borges in his tale of sacred geometry and information science, The Library of Babel. It may be said that we take as our starting point this exact center, focusing arbitrarily yet intently on any hexagon which presents itself to our mundane perceptions, and expanding upon the disorientation extracted therefrom until nothing is left of language but its abstract scaffolding. We then take, from the midst of this line drawing in three-dimensional space (like the alchemists of yore in their murky recesses), the essence, the black concentrated substance of meaning and attempt to mold it into prose and verse as strikes our fancy. The true object of knowledge is sadly beyond the limited reach of language, but language is nothing if not persistent, even in the face of such obvious impotence as it is forced to confront anew with each utterance. In fact, language, from time to time, proves itself most perspicacious, weaving golden webs from the empty air, or else sky-defiling spires from nothing more than a rebellious heart.

This is a warning.