…and she will show you everything Pittsburgh—from Schenley Park Golf Course at midnight and an artists’ colony in Oakland to sunflowers growing in sandy Garfield dirt, the neon sign of a Carrick tanning salon, and Grandma Berta’s Polish Natrona—city landmarks and personal landscapes where love is lost and lives implode like Three Rivers Stadium. In Ellis’s book of poetry and prose, with evocative photographs by Rebecca Clever, is a beloved timepiece and a poet’s sure hand that strikes memory.
—Paola Corso, The Laundress Catches Her Breath and Catina’s Haircut: A Novel in Stories
This nifty new collab is coming in early 2017. Here’s the cover

& this poem from the Winter section
Polder
I wake with snow in my mouth and a word: polder.
All this time, I’ve been holding back the dike with one finger.
And still the sea keeps sending seeded storm clouds
to flood my land. In my dream, I was under the covers
with you. We were living in an artists’ colony in Oakland
summer. I was fitting the pieces together, a collage—
Audubon’s bird portfolio—but you kept putting
your hands under my shirt and saying, Come to bed.
It seemed as real as anything—the train whistle hooting
through stone-cold pillows, the mantle of white fur
I sweep from my sill, the sheeted illusion of love.
& another blurb.
Angele’s writing pulls me back to Pittsburgh and its nesting boxes of past-in-present. Organized by seasons, her poems and flash fiction hold the paradoxes of stillness against the constant evaporation of the present moment. Intimate texts are laced with the kind of detail that make fiction ring true. Ellis knows too how omission makes powerful poems of suicide, of violence and its consequences, of sex in the ‘ordinary life’. Side doors of dream unexpectedly slip open in Under the Kaufmann’s Clock. Let this work haunt you!
—Jessica Fenlon, Spiritual Side Effects
Fenlon, I should fully disclose, also has a book coming out in 2017—a glitched-out poetry collection called Manual for Wayward Angels.
Happy New Year & stay tuned for launch details!