Tag Archives: Piscatway House Publications

New Year, New Book, New Idiom, New Look….

2013 was great for The Idiom Magazine and Piscataway House Publications….we handed out mags at festivals….one of our publishers received their MFA and another publisher worked endlessly at their manuscript….We published our first novel, Tollbooth, and it won the best book of 2013 by the people at Drunk Monkeys!

Our latest issue of The Idiom Magazine has been revamped and all prettied up after we upgraded our printing system…we now have a hard card stock cover and color insides!

Our website http://www.theidiommag.com is going to have a new look in a few weeks and we plan on changing our submissions guidelines so our online issue is a lil more interactive with the internets…check out the site now though for some of our upcoming events going on….

Speaking of upcoming events!  January 18th the release of our next duel book with Idiom Publisher, Keith Baird and editor for some PHP projects, Andrew “Ink” Feindt….it’s gonna be a great show hosted by Chris Rockwell and musician guests Jimmy James from Little Big Toe and Sarah Donner!  There will be coffee drunk from the Revolutionary Lounge Bar with great food as always and throughout the night poems from the poets and a Haiku Death Match to the DEATH!  It’s free to get in and books will be for sale for $8 and if ya have a book idea perhaps bring it by and maybe you can be having the next book release party!

Over the next two weeks I will be posting my favorite poems from the book and some selections from the current issue of The Idiom so keep an eye out for these posts…..and don’t forget to send us some pieces for possible publication…..

I’ll start with the poems in the current issue from Keith Baird and Ink….

Keith Baird’s poems use simple images to talk about the big picture….how can velcro, rocks we stand on, or the colors we look at really explain anything….Keith shows us that they do more work for us then we could ever imagine…

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with all these
vibrant colors before us
it’s easy to forget
that we’re only
staring at the
smallest
spectrum
waves.

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We’re cutting our hands and feet
On sand and rock,
But give it enough heat
And we’ll be sliding on smooth glass.

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Like velcro, quietly fitting together,
Tiny hairs and tendrils attaching
Softly to each other,
And making such a racket when
Separating.

I love when poets use math in poems….and Ink’s poem includes math and some microeconomics to express the logical mindset that any independent artist would like to express…

Poetry Appraisal

By the transitive property
and creative accounting,
each book of poetry should be valued
in the thousands of dollars.

The proof:
If 1 picture = 1,000 words
and 1 poem = 1 picture,
keeping in mind that even mediocre art
sells for around $300
and that there are generally 50 poems
hanging between front and back cover frames,
then 50 x $300 = $1,500.

But poets are kind.
They know there is more to life than money,
that their art requires time to appreciate
and is not inherently decorative.
So their union issues deep discounts –
coupon code: time=money,
bringing books down to a paltry $5 to $15.

And yet you still debate the purchase.

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Jennifer Lemming reading her poem, Driving with Sunflowers

We recently posted why we liked Jennifer’s poem, Driving with Sunflowers, now you can hear her read it on The Idiom’s Website.

For Mac users the audio works best in Safari and cuts very short in Firefox for some reason….

Pictures from Bud Smith’s Book Release Party….

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Here’s a bunch of pictures from Bud Smith’s book release party for his novel Tollbooth….Thanks to everyone who came out and all the performers and everything.

Don’t worry if ya missed it!  There is a second release at 8:16 Studio in Toms River next Saturday... there will be more bands and a reading by both the writer of the book and all the writers who helped edit it…

Perhaps you can’t make any events we have….you can also get Tollbooth here

The Idiom Podcast #8 with Chris McIntyre Part 2

idiompodcastlogoWe have a new podcast up
which is actually a continuation from an old podcast A few months
back we interviewed Chris McIntyre And now
here is our continuation with Idiom Podcast #8
  Also check out The Idiom
Website
for updated information on our events and book
release Party for Tollbooth

The Idiom Podcast #6 with Bud Smith about The Literary Underground

The Idiom Podcast #6 with Bud Smith and The Literary Underground

It’s April National Poetry Month and this month’s podcast focuses on The Literary Underground that provides a place for poets to go and read others work, hear podcasts about writing, and find online and print zines to submit their work.

In this podcast we talk to Bud Smith who runs the podcast The Unknown Show off of the site on Tuesday nights.  Check out the site and everything that it has to give…

How I Publish The Idiom Magazine

Poets and Writers,

How I Publish The Idiom Magazine

How I Publish The Idiom Magazine

Here is a lil video I made showing “How I Publish The Idiom Magazine”

Check out our other video on our Youtube site to see us reading words, playing music, and other fun stuff….stay tuned for future videos on The Idioms behind The Idiom

Poetry by Josh Fink in the latest idiom….

Some of the poetry for The Idiom Magazine comes from the literary blog, Walking English, this time around I chose a few pieces from poet Josh Fink

Josh is known for his tight rhymes and short lines and always great to hear read out loud….I think he might make some appearances at some of the Revolutionary Lounge Open Mics on Tuesday nights but keep an eye on the idiom site to see if he’ll be reading again anytime soon….for the blog I chose one of his more narrative pieces….

Find rest of the current issue here

The Closing Hour for Her

her nail polish made her fingertips look like jade
and she painted watercolor landscapes on her window shades
and she only drank tequila in pink lemonade
but she’d make the saddest man fake a smile

she had extra tall veins popping out of her hands
and she only knew two songs from all her favorite bands
and she’d talk about how much she hated their fans
and the worthlessness of what they call ‘style’

she rode the bus every morning and the train every night
she said just because she liked the change of the light
when she wakes the train’s boring but going home the bus is bright
and it stings her eyes when she sleeps

she kept all her favorite body parts in little mason jars
her toe nails, skin tags, and parts of her scars
she flossed with piano strings and strummed on guitars
and said, “at least this one gently weeps.”

she had bull frogs hopping all around the kitchen
and her aunt lived in the attic and she’d run down bitchin’
about the walls that’re moldy and her towel that’s gone missin’
and the rust at the end of the hose

and the Mustang in the half shed was forty years old
with a cherry red finish and the edges in gold
and the sign on the windshield said, ‘gone but not sold’
but she knows that everything goes