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Elegies For An Ice Age
by eric johnson

Glacial cores. A collection of poems written while the Republic turned ghastly and the peculiar beauty of the Ice Age melted in its exhaust. Typeset & stitched by hand. 2007

 

$10.00 iota press
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Elegies For An Ice Age by eric johnson

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Air Apparent
by eric johnson

An innovative book of lyric inklings & riffs in plain air. Printed letterpress from plates & metal type and hand-stitched & bound in an edition of 150 numbered copies. 2005

 

ISBN # 10567-6-061
$14.00 iota press
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Air Apparent

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Buffalo, Rome
by eric johnson

A collection of improvisational poetry rife with coinage and whit. Interleaves of line-drawings in the same key. Trade paperback. 1997

 

ISBN#0-9655547-0-8
$8.00 Split Shift Press
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Buffalo, Rome

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House Samurai
CHAPBOOK...$8.00 2006

by guy biederman

illustrated by
drew biederman

A spare, illustrated chapbook of wry poetry and lowfat fiction, illuminating the adventures of a domesticated male. Printed letterpress, hand-stitched & bound in a limited edition of 99 numbered copies.

 


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House of Samurai cover from Iota Press of Sebastopol CA.

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The Nick of Time
CHAPBOOK...$8.00 2006

by john martin

A chapbook of sober-sided poems that finally answer those nagging questions, “What is poetry, anyway?” and “Why won't it go in reverse?”

 


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The Nick of Time by John Martin from Iota Press



 

 

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“How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?”
—Wm. Blake 1793