POSTED 4/13/17: PLEASE NOTE THAT THE SPRING/SUMMER 2017 ISSUE WILL BE PUBLISHED LATE MAY (NOT LATE APRIL) AS THE PUBLISHER/EDITOR IS RECOVERING FROM A RECENT ILLNESS. TO ALL OUR SUBSCRIBERS, READERS, AND CONTRIBUTORS: THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE!
Encircle Publications is more than pleased to announce
our nominations for the 2016 Pushcart Prize
and they are as follows:
“Labor Camp” by Don Thompson
from A Journal of the Drought Year (chapbook), 2016
“People in Tough Situations” by D.S. Maolalai
from Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden (chapbook), 2016
“Abaddon” by M.K. Sukach
from Hypothetically Speaking (chapbook), forthcoming, December 2016
“Reading Thomas Merton During the Pitt-Buffalo Game” by Lynn Hoffman
from the Aurorean (journal), Spring/Summer 2016; Vol. XX1 Issue 1
“Re Frost” by Nicholas La Para
from the Aurorean (journal), Fall/Winter 2016–2017; Vol. XX1 Issue 2
“Leather & Wool” by Lana Bella
from the Aurorean (journal), Fall/Winter 2016–2017; Vol. XX1 Issue 2
Hearty congratulations to all of our nominees!
For more on the Pushcart Prize, see
We are proud to announce that Edward J Rielly has won The Mildred Kanterman Memorial Award: First Place $500. The Mildred Kanterman Memorial Award is given annually by the Haiku Society of America.
Here’s what the judges said of Rielly’s work:
From growing up on his family’s dairy farm in rural Wisconsin, through marriage and beginning his own family, to reflections of and from his later years, Edward J. Rielly’s haiku intimately provide glimpses of his life and the answers awaiting discovery within a life fully experienced. Reilly’s imagistic haiku are stunning. On the surface they portray life in rural America from a perspective only one who has lived it can convey; however, as the depth within each haiku unfolds, the reader senses having lived it, too.
This retrospective collection is organized into three parts.
I. Small Boy at the Fence. Rielly’s reflective haiku take the reader beyond the story of a boyhood immersed in rural farm life to universal revelations regarding the hardships and joys of daily life and the importance of family.
Dad and I
planting a weeping willow—
how little I know
gray winter day—
after the farm sale
the cow not sold
II. Across the Full Moon. As Rielly’s life progresses into experiences with fatherhood and aging parents, his haiku reveal a poignant range of emotions.
with a pink Kleenex
rescuing a spider from
my daughter’s fear
across the full moon
a small, dark cloud—
my mother’s “don’t go”
III. Dandelion Puffs. The answers take shape through Rielly’s wellspring of intuitive insights and are offered up in this final section.
the old man lays down
listening to the sound
from the deep well…
stone on stone
The circle completes on the last page of Answers Instead: a life in haiku, with the final haiku of Rielly’s retrospective collection.
the road back to childhood
Answers Instead is available via the Encircle Publications webstore: http://encirclepub.com/product/answers-instead/
2016 Encircle Publications Annual Chapbook Contest Winner!
MK Sukach is the author of the chapbook, Something Impossible Happens (Big Wonderful Press), 2014.
His poetry and reviews appear in a number of journals to include BlazeVox, Sharkpack Poetry Review, The Journal, Connotation Press, Spoon River Poetry Review, Construction Magazine, Yemassee, and others. Visit his website at: http://www.mksukach.com/
Poems in Hypothetically Speaking deal with anxiety, fear, suffering, revenge, deceit, and self-loathing. Sukach tips the scales off of this chaos and confusion with the edifice of philosophy. The result is a wonderfully if ironically jeweled collage of stoic poetic nuggets both rich and meaningful. Hypothetically Speaking is both a fun and thoughtful read certain to entertain.
Since 2011 Encircle Publications has offered an annual chapbook contest. In addition to the cash prize and free books, winners also receive discount on additional copies, royalties on copies sold, discounted promotional materials (bookmarkers/postcards) and marketing assistance. Our authors hail from all over the U.S. and our chaps have gone on to win additional awards.
We are pleased to announce a new chapbook release: Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden by D.S. Maolalai.
Unrorean Editor Devin McGuire says of Maolalai’s poetry:
“I’ve been publishing the work of D.S. Maolalai for a handful of years now. His story is an old one—love and loss—and an overwhelmingly familiar one by now. But every now and then a writer comes along with a voice that makes the familiar seem new and exciting again. Maolalai isn’t a conventional poet. Like all the thrashings of young hearts his free verse is a wild and jagged one, spewed across the page in fits, starts, and runs that often ramble downhill picking up and kicking off whatever detritus his leaky heartbrain has been availed of. Think beat lit. Think free jazz.”
Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden is now available at the Encircle Publications Book Store. This is a chapbook you won’t want to miss!
Praise for Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden
D.S. Maolalai writes a travelogue of beds, bars, and the first regrets of love. The poems are done with such craft and immediacy that even the jaded are compelled to feel again the bewildering, blessed wind of youth’s finest mistakes—the promiscuous ego, the inevitable tinderbox of young love, the nights only remembered by scribbles on napkins. Yet after the tempest quiets, you feel in these poems the shaping of an essential tenderness and wisdom, the contours of which linger in the mind well after the book is closed.
—Frank Montesonti, author of Blight, Blight, Blight, Ray of Hope
D.S. Maolalai’s poetry rings loudly from the heart. He captures all the unravelling and painful moments of a relationship with a poetic skill that screams through a sea of emotions in powerful waves. A confident addition to our poetic landscape.
Sample poem from Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden
Something About Love
When she came to my cabin that night
I could tell by the smell of her
that she had been with him again—
she was drunk and swaying
and I pulled her close to me by the hips
and let her lean in for the kiss
before I pushed her away
along the side of the bunk
and she made a quiet sound
and her hand grasped the bedsheets as she fell,
so they fell with her
legs whipping in a tangle of pasty green fabric.
I went to my suitcase and brought out
a bottle and two glasses;
the drink spilled
with the pitch and toss of the ship
and somewhere I heard thunder:
She got up and came to me again
but I held her off with a hand,
Somewhere on this ship there were
people that still loved one another
and still tolerated each other’s messes, bullshit,
snake thoughts, unhappiness and hysterical tiny fists
but I finished the glass and threw it at the wall
and stared at her eyes
with an ageing hatred like wine
and she said something about love
half mumbling with fishvoice
but I could see her hands trembling
from the force of trying to stay
and perhaps from the blow of the wall against
and I gave her the other whiskey
and turned to the bottle
and told her to get the hell out:
She left rambling the corridors with
that glass in her hand
and she still had it hours later
when she came back to me crying
and the storm had gotten worse
and I steadily more drunk
decided that I didn’t care what she had done
or why or with whom
and I picked her up and pulled
her to the bunk, jamming her panties sideways and
jerking at her dress and at my trousers
and the ship rolled with panic
a million mackerel and swordfish
tossed by ruin and I pressed my mouth onto her mouth:
She was always crying crying crying
and again, she said something about love
and kissed me
while the whiskey glass banged around loudly on the floor
and on deck men slid about
like greased billiards,
trying to keep the ship
from going down.
About the poet
Originally from Dublin, D.S. Maolalai graduated from Trinity College with a Bachelor’s degree in English Literature before leaving to spend two years living in North London, typing poems on the nights he he didn’t spend on answering phones at a variety of security jobs. His work has appeared in a number of anthologies and magazines, including Killing the Angel, The Belleville Park Pages, Whistling Shade and the Unrorean, by whom he was nominated for The Pushcart Prize. He recently moved to Canada, and currently lives in downtown Toronto, where he spends his days walking around the city, reading in bars and scribbling notes on the backs of receipts. Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden is his first book.
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We are pleased to announce a new chapbook release: A Journal of the Drought Year by Don Thompson. This book of poems explores the arid and brittled facets of experience in living out a year of the enduring California drought. A Journal of the Drought Year is now available for pre-order from the Encircle Publications Book Store. This is a chapbook you won’t want to miss!
Praise for A Journal of the Drought Year:
–Diane Moore, Louisiana author, poet (Strand of Beads, Border Press), and blogger, “A Word’s Worth” (revmoore.blogspot.com)
Sample from Entries from a Journal of the Drought Year
After the drought has gone on
and on for a season so unimaginable
no one has ever named it,
the not-a-rainbow will form,
its bands in the primary colors
God promising never again
by desiccation, by slow withering.
And then the rain, the rain,
finally the rain
About the poet:
Recently chosen as the first Poet Laureate of Kern County, California, Don Thompson was born and raised in Bakersfield, California, and has lived in the southern San Joaquin Valley for most of his life. Now retired from teaching in the prison system, he lives with his wife, Chris, on her family’s farm in the house that has been home to four generations. Thompson has been publishing poetry since the early sixties, including a dozen books and chapbooks. For more information and links to his publications, visit his website San Joaquin Ink (don-e-thompson.com).
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