Archive for December, 2015

12/12 Babyland Holiday Sale & Party + Candy Cane Boys @ Copacetic

Posted in Events with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on December 10, 2015 by 6GPress

THIS SATURDAY IN POLISH HILL…

Karen Lillis & Small Press Pittsburgh will be vending – hit them up!

ALSO…

12/6 Holiday Book Sale @ Stephen Foster Community Center

Posted in Events with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 3, 2015 by 6GPress

THIS SUNDAY…

The Third Annual HOLIDAY BOOK SALE will feature some of Pittsburgh’s best indie book vendors. We’ll be selling new books, used books, art books, sale books, graphic novels, local publishers, bestsellers, and more.

Confirmed book vendors:
Amazing Books
Autumn House Press
Big Idea Bookstore
City Books
Copacetic Comics
Hanukkah Books & Gifts
Mystery Lovers Bookshop
Nine Stories Pittsburgh
& Small Press Pittsburgh

Sunday, December 6th
Stephen Foster Community Center
Main Street in Lawrenceville
12-5pm / Free admission to shoppers
Free parking
Franktuary food truck!!

 

Toad Suck Review reviews Of Tire & Anonymity by Che Elias

Posted in Reviews with tags , , , on December 1, 2015 by 6GPress

A straightforward review that makes sense of the work in question:

I gumshoed the room
Che Elias built recently
Of Tire & Anonymity

In the center, like a shower drain,
stood a stone and mortar well
A damp bucket hung from a frayed rope
Ghosts moaned from below

Light began to rain through the ceiling
The floor beneath me was a parade
of chalk outlines
One looked like me then, but not like me now

The ghosts below began to scream
Light poured, and water flowed
under the door to prism it
The chalk bodies washed away,
save a few prism-aimed,

laser-pointed ghost wombs

The water was soon pouring
When the flood breached the lip of the well
Ghost wombs gave birth to bones, and

The room became a whirlpool
I clung to the well’s wooden posts
Skeletons swam passed, diving
toward the screams

that wouldn’t drown

When the bones dissolved into the darkness,
the screaming ended
I imagined boney-breaststrokers
swimming into wailing apparitions
Then lying back down in a parade of graves

The water finally receded, and I shook like a dog
I left the room and found
my yellow crime scene tape
I even slapped
an “Enter at Your Own Peril” sign on the door

for my colleagues

-JJ McNiece