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		<title>FI FIELD GUIDE</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2022 23:19:01 +0000</pubDate>

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	Field Guide ~ 
Some Wild Plants 
of the Beaches and Dunelands of 
Fire Island 

Margaret Hopkins photographed and pressed specimens that she collected in and around Oakleyville, a tiny community in Fire Island. She also wrote, illustrated, and self-published a beautiful field guide to the plants she found entitled Some Wild Plants of the Beaches and Dunelands of Fire Island. 

TENT EDITIONS has lovingly reproduced this pamphlet in tribute to her research and to the natural beauty of Fire Island.

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NYBG&#38;nbsp;
~&#38;nbsp;A trip to Fire Island with Peggy Hopkins
	
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It is the vegetation, and the vegetation alone, that makes possible the permanent dunes without which there soon would be no Fire Island.
— From Some Wild Plants of the Beaches and Dunelands of Fire Island, 1967

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SOME WILD PLANTS OF THE BEACHES AND DUNELANDS OF FIRE ISLAND —TEMPORARILY SOLD OUT ~ PLEASE CHECK BACK FOR FUTURE PRINT RUNS!

Printed in an updated limited edition with 4 new cover variations, 2022.&#38;nbsp;

Previously printed in an edition of 100 copies, &#38;nbsp;in 4 cover variations, 25 per color, 2021.&#38;nbsp;

$12.00Please select your cover below.&#38;nbsp;




Printed with the wonderful crew at Lucky Risograph, New York City.

The Risograph originated from Japan and was manufactured by the Riso Kagaku Corporation in 1980. It was intended to be used as a copier for high-volume needs in establishments such as schools, clubs, churches, colleges, and political campaigns. Born out of the mimeograph, the Risograph brought together several printing processes previously done manually. The Risograph uses plant-based ink and the machines are incredibly energy efficient with a minimum amount of waste. Riso means ideal in Japanese.

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		<title>NIFTY WALLS</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2021 14:24:01 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>John Godfrey~ Nifty Walls

John Godfrey's poems keep the figures and voids, the letters and haunts, the anthems and hums all equally active. They work perspective from the inside-out, making through their cuts the world be worn as seen, on the streets-mind and felt underneath. Living sonics keep time where decisions quietly and loudly get made, every line on in or about a plane, with connections. Nifty Walls turn out what it, being specific, and therefore mystical, is to be alone with many, to be many alone with this curious ongoing everybody, staying in the way of them who back walk, singing powerful unlikeness from the depths of the real spaces between us. 
—Anselm Berrigan

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POEMS: 
John Godfrey 
~&#38;nbsp;The Recluse 
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GOOD OUTCOMES
In April you try plansTurns into MayBest thing is I don’t know bleepTake dressing for sunTime after time bad target Elevated by ungodly machine 
is of good outcomesOf all sacks what sack fits?I call you without linesDoes anything come of no one?And turn into sand no salt Deep hole it all disappears Guttural languages: lost Sliver in tragus: rare Armband from funeral homeDon’t go away in madness Don’t go away too sure What a devil says computes Go ahead, have a hey-day Sun squeezes into tight sky Man walks blocks in search 
NIFTY WALLS — John Godfrey
Printed in an edition of 300 copies, 2019.
$12.00



ABOUT THE AUTHOR
John Godfrey was born in Massena, N.Y. in 1945. He is the author of 14 collections of poetry. He received an A.B. from Princeton University in 1967, and took a B.S. in Nursing from Columbia University in 1994. He has received fellowships from the General Electric Foundation (1984), the Foundation for Contemporary Arts (2009), and the Z Foundation (2013). He retired in 2011 after 17 years as a nurse clinician in HIV/AIDS. He has lived in the East Village of Manhattan since the 1960s.&#38;nbsp;
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		<title>RAYS OF THE SHADOW</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2021 02:48:59 +0000</pubDate>

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	Marcella Durand ~
 Rays of the Shadow
Marcella Durand asks us to consider the geometries that articulate daily life and through which perception and language parse form: people, city, planet. &#38;nbsp;Lines telescope relationships-- parts for whole, fragments for mass, and the singular for the plural and diffuse. We keep pace with Durand's alexandrines, her landed jetes across caesura, alight on waves, water and the sun's liquid illumination on objects and their shadows. Where others see corner or accidents, Marcella Durand would have us see language's infinite radii. 
–Erica Hunt

POEMS: Marcella Durand 
~&#38;nbsp;Jacket2
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from RAYS OF THE SHADOW
If we were to begin again. This place hangs in the center and continues to either side. Both start and finish, so many endings possible and easy, so many hearts to a city. But variation insists an end is not to beso forecastable or singular. Start againwhen we began to invent clocks and draw towarda way we could see time from a place we had shared with no walls, and only a tall sort of structure visible wherever you are in the city,whichever point, whatever street, however there.

	RAYS OF THE SHADOW — Marcella DurandPrinted in an edition of 300 copies, 2017.$12.00 


ABOUT THE AUTHORMarcella Durand's books include Le Jardin de M. (Garden of M.), with French translations by Olivier Brossard (joca seria, 2016); Deep Eco Pré, with Tina Darragh (Little Red Leaves, 2009); AREA (Belladonna, 2008); and Traffic &#38;amp; Weather, (Futurepoem, 2008). She lives in New York City, where she is working on a long piece for two voices titled Mirror Lines and completing her translation of Michèle Métail's book-length poem, Les Horizons du sol/Earth's horizons. 
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		<title>KIT CARSON</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2021 18:01:27 +0000</pubDate>

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	Carol Szamatowicz ~ Kit Carson 
All the great nobodies come from Chicago: Henry Darger, Vivian Maier, and an avalanche of poets including Carol Szamatowicz. It appears as if Carol can write anywhere, doing anything. She’s resourceful, good with her hands, and questions authority but is a good listener. What she sees is what we get –– which is always more: “the eyes in your ears"; “I have married my big desk"; "don't want a house on a hill / the hill is enough." She's an explorer-discoverer-troubadour. If you don’t know Szamatowicz’s poetry, waste no time. Read immediately. Start with Bombs –– “bombs for other worlds in balance….”

–Kostas Anagnopoulos


POEMS:&#38;nbsp;
Carol Szamatowicz ~&#38;nbsp;Across the Margin,&#38;nbsp;
Part One &#38;amp; Part Two
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LAWN TROLL 
The idea is to lighten the earth so it levitates.&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; -Larry Fagin
I can’t tell if I live in a treehouse 
or a shrunken clubroom
help me out here, Huck!
(odd complicity)
where’s the fence where’s the fight?
disobedience breaks away
we look human but nothing’s certain
not even the March of Dimes
my mental reserve is all show 
the river has me boxed in
I sit blinking under a florescent eagle&#38;nbsp;
that oversees nothing
When I saw myself as a saint
there was a lot more fish and bread 
Start simple take one step
the air needs conditioning
soon the water too
if you don’t love me
does that make me a bad one?
will you come back later
on your raft to save me?
if not why not?

	KIT CARSON — Carol Szamatowicz Printed in an edition of 300 copies, 2017.
$12.00&#38;nbsp;



ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Carol Szamatowicz’s books include Zoop (Owl Press, 2001); Reticular Pop-Ups (Insurance Editions, 2004); and Blasting through a Hole in the Universe (Green Zone Editions, 2009), among others. Acme Rubbers is forthcoming from Insurance Editions. Born among ten siblings on the Southside of Chicago to a Montanan and a corn factory worker, Szamatowicz came solo to New York City as a teenager in 1972, settling in the East Village. She taught children and teenagers in NYC for thirty years. Szamatowicz has written in Culebra, France, Germany, Hungary, Ireland, Italy, Greece, Spain, and Portugal. She currently teaches yoga at Yoga to the People and spends time writing between the West Village and Hudson, NY, where her daughter, Alex Malmude, lives.
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		<title>THE POLES</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2021 20:41:22 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Ann Stephenson ~ 
The Poles

Ann Stephenson is surely talking "on the reg" to O'Hara's “Meditations in an Emergency” which her long poem The Poles sent me running to, excitedly making some connection in the way they both take a matter of fact tone against social death and other threats. But at this late Capitalism date, our narrator is a more menaced guide - a civic poet who warns “terrible things come to those who don’t listen.” The Poles is the epitome of a poem that susses out and then follows the graph of the mind moving. There are no bum lines. In fact, one could teach a master class on line breaks with this poem. Each pause creates suspension followed by a burst of multiple meanings, which, is one of the most generous acts of the poet and this poet’s craft. To any reader following the call to attention, this gesture expands life outside the structure of a bubble. 
—Stacy Szymaszek


POEMS: 
Ann Stephenson 
~&#38;nbsp;Brooklyn Rail&#60;img width="1007" height="1374" width_o="1007" height_o="1374" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/2da4a8c97f1c1bb18c1362b495ef935d16e907ad339dde2413722eb2e64ff91b/image.jpeg" data-mid="99661342" border="0"  src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/2da4a8c97f1c1bb18c1362b495ef935d16e907ad339dde2413722eb2e64ff91b/image.jpeg" /&#62;

from&#38;nbsp;THE POLES
Some books turn into other books
today the queen is in green
just enough netting to cover her eyes
give the slow opening tulip a drink
I lose time in numbers
winter is my time
nothing but ice crunching
of course things happen around the edges
those two houses drink from the same light
a row of bushes, bushels of beetroot
laundry wrapped with rope
I must work on my story
the end is divided, almost curtailed 
by robbers and bawdy revelers
outbursts go unnoticed 
Strike from the record
the feeling of helplessness
replace it with coarse salts
you are strange and beautiful
THE POLES — Ann StephensonPrinted in an edition of 300 copies, 2017.
$10.00&#38;nbsp;



ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ann Stephenson’s publications include Wirework&#38;nbsp;(2006), Adventure Club&#38;nbsp;(2013), and The Poles (2017). Some of her poems have appeared in Across the Margin, Brooklyn Rail, Delineator, Ladowich, The&#38;nbsp;Recluse, and Sal Mimeo, as well as the anthology Like Musical Instruments: 83 Contemporary American Poets (2014). She is the founder and editor of Tent Editions. She received her MFA from Bard College in Annandale-on-Hudson, New York in 2007, and curated the Ready Set Readings series at Whitespace Gallery in Atlanta in 2009–10. Stephenson is the recipient of a New York Foundation for the Arts Artists’ Fellowship in Poetry (2017). She was born and raised in Georgia and lives between New York City’s East Village and Fire Island.
 
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IG: @ericmcnatt 

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		<title>WIREWORK</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2021 23:57:49 +0000</pubDate>

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	Ann Stephenson ~ Wirework

Taut, thoughtful ruminations on the smell of friends and evaporating streets.
—Byron Coley and Thurston Moore
Arthur Magazine, 2007

POEM


Night is what you are fit for.

They want your personal history,

the cast of characters. 

They want your manifesto. 

 

Give an electron to a molecule,

one that drops anchor 

in the stream of your mouth. 

Space speaks 

but has lately been vacated. 

You should have read the notices 

as a spirit-wounded child.

 

My work is done.

Let’s kiss and be agreeable. 


POEMS: 
Ann Stephenson&#38;nbsp;
~&#38;nbsp;DIA: Readings in Contemporary Poetry
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 BLOTTER


Win, lose or draw, this is some sloppy dream world

With no flowerbeds to play in, no attic to vacuum

What won’t we do for entertainment

I skate to work on my laurels

Trees print out my shadow

My work requires an aerial view of the region

The ceiling in stars

I calculate the rate of their fall

Sabu implicates me, he is deep

My mind must be preserved

Certain others stop spinning

Teens especially have difficulty focusing on one spot
	WIREWORK&#38;nbsp; — Ann StephensonPrinted in an edition of 300 copies, 2006.

$10.00



ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ann Stephenson’s publications include Wirework (2006), Adventure Club (2013), and The Poles (2017). Some of her poems have appeared in Across the Margin, Brooklyn Rail, Delineator, Ladowich, The Recluse, and Sal Mimeo, as well as the anthology Like Musical Instruments: 83 Contemporary American Poets (2014). She is the founder and editor of Tent Editions. She received her MFA from Bard College in Annandale-on-Hudson, New York in 2007, and curated the Ready Set Readings series at Whitespace Gallery in Atlanta in 2009–10. Stephenson is the recipient of a New York Foundation for the Arts Artists’ Fellowship in Poetry (2017). She was born and raised in Georgia and lives between New York City’s East Village and Fire Island.

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		<title>FIRE ISLAND FORTHCOMING</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2021 00:06:58 +0000</pubDate>

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	Forthcoming ~

	
Fire Island, NY 

Tent Editions is currently working on a few book projects centered on Fire Island. Further&#38;nbsp; details and updates will be shared here as available.&#38;nbsp;

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		<title>NATE LIPPENS</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2026 14:48:58 +0000</pubDate>

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	Readings at Parkside:
&#38;nbsp;
 Nate Lippens&#38;nbsp;
The Parkside Lounge317 East Houston StreetNew York CityTuesday, October 20th, 7:30pm
Sliding scale tickets are available HERE!
Please join us to celebrate Bastards,&#38;nbsp;the&#38;nbsp;conclusion to Nate Lippens’ Wisconsin trilogy ~ a book of losses, memories, and survival.&#38;nbsp;
This event will feature a reading followed by a conversation between Nate &#38;amp; Wayne Koestenbaum. 
Bastards is published by Semiotext(e)&#38;nbsp;and Pilot Press (UK).

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A full-on breakdown, wouldn’t that be fabulously dramatic? Instead, I ended up in green gripper socks, sweatpants, and a T-shirt, a look like a California cult member or a suburban schlub (same thing) on a seventy-two-hour hold—a crack-up fortnight—until I started acting like myself. Well, not myself, because how would they know who that is? A facsimile of normal. I mimed coherence, the continuity of a person moving from room to room. I performed my sadness convincingly, pimped memories of Rudy, flensed my crazy down to thimbles of death, an understandable loss.&#38;nbsp; You win. I say it all the time to people. You win. You won. You’re the winner. Congratulations. I said it when a boyfriend told me he didn’t love me. I said it on the ward. I said it when I got evicted. You win. Good for you.Recently sprung from a stint on a psychiatric ward, the narrator of Bastards works hard to perform at being a person while questioning the concept of identity and what it means to be an aging working-class gay man when the word queer has become so elastic and gentrified it’s used to conservative ends. Struggling to survive, pay rent, and navigate a hostile world, he takes solace in art and his friends and measures what makes a life. Borrowing from the tropes of fragmented lyric essays, New Narrative, autofiction, and transgressive literature, Lippens is a bricoleur who creates a confected new form in his short novels. Queer pessimism in the age of affirmation. A search for something honest. An old queen’s cackle.

“I can't say enough about how good Nate Lippens's books are”&#38;nbsp; —Gary Indiana

“Nate Lippens is a true blue radical queer. Bastards is a spiralling trip through the less canonized parts of our history.” —Nicole Eisenman

“A new punk: in Bastards, Nate Lippens gives us 21st century No Future, hardcore queer and real. It’s hilarious, it’s devastating, and it shows what is at stake in just trying to live.” —Charlie Porter

“Nate Lippens is a brilliant writer, and a much-needed voice among the new crop of queer novelists. His portrayals of working-class queers, ex-members of the queercore movement, recovering addicts, and artists, feels new, though somehow also a part of a nearly lost family of queer thinkers: the writers and artists his characters still cherish.” —Chicago Review of Books

“His bracing novels represent an honest reckoning with the post-AIDS era and its effect on life and imagination.” —The Nation

“What a gift to encounter such intelligent homosexuality!” —Robert Glück
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Nate Lippens is the author of the novels My Dead Book, a finalist for the Republic of Consciousness Prize, and&#38;nbsp;Ripcord, a New Statesman Book of the Year, all published by Semiotext(e) and Pilot Press (UK). He co-authored Box Office Poison with Matthew Kinlin, which was published by Future Tense Books. His fiction has appeared in many anthologies, including Sluts, edited by Michelle Tea and Pathetic Literature, edited by Eileen Myles.
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Wayne Koestenbaum is a Distinguished Professor of English, French, and comparative literature at the CUNY Graduate Center.&#38;nbsp; His many books span poetry, essays, biography, and fiction.&#38;nbsp; The recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship, an American Academy of Arts and Letters Award in Literature, and a Whiting Award, he has also been a finalist for a National Book Critics Circle Award.&#38;nbsp; A widely shown painter, he released his first piano/vocal album, Lounge Act, in 2017. He lives in New York.&#60;img width="870" height="870" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/800/q/75/i/af3ceea4d1104f20772c2f9ae3754d16fdf8b31790245acfe5bdbdd84d505728/572343.jpg" style="width: 500.998219px; height: 500.998219px;"&#62;Wayne Koestenbaum credit Jan Rattia&#38;nbsp;
 





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		<title>TOM COLE</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2026 17:43:26 +0000</pubDate>

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	Readings at Parkside:
&#38;nbsp;
 Tom Cole&#38;nbsp;
The Parkside Lounge317 East Houston StreetNew York CitySunday, October 4th, 4pm
Sliding scale tickets available HERE!Please join us to celebrate the launch of Chimes: A Monologue by Tom Cole published by The Song Cave
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Through a striking and unforgettable performative monologue, Tom Cole’s Chimes introduces the distinctive voice of a first-person narrator mentally indexing his lifetime of memories. His individual experiences of shame, addiction, and self-destructive behavior are recounted with mischievous humor, even if they have left lasting scars. Now, after months of monotonous solitude, a storm of unresolved issues resurfaces, triggered by the incessant and irritating clang of an out-of-town neighbor’s outdoor wind chime. As his self-examinations become an obsession, feelings of alienation and unworthiness worsen and lead to unconventional solutions.

In the tradition of the plays of Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Georg Büchner, Charles Ludlam, and Sarah Kane, Cole weaves the very bleakest of humor with startling and heartbreaking feats of intimate self-reflection. Speaking on issues of class, sex, intimacy, and the highs and lows of queer reality today, Chimes asks how and where one finds the answers to living a complicated life. 

"I picture Tom Cole on a bare stage reciting Chimesto an audience who lie on cots in the dark. They slip in and out of consciousness and their own lonely dreams, which intermingle with Cole’s stories of isolation and longing, sexual desire and addiction. The Sun rises and Cole finishes. Everyone opens their eyes and stares into space. It wins a Tony." 
—Charlie Kaufman

"Chimes revolves on the axis of hope and degradation—a story as old as time. Mainly our hero keeps going, through shame, through drugs, through mania, through the isolation of the pandemic and other kinds of isolation. Through the grandeur of self-obliterating sex, with its own regulations and community norms. Lyrical insight and pangs of humor spangle this darkness like stars. Am I a monster? Or is this what it means to be a person?" 
—Robert Glück

"Chimes is an intimate shape shifter—it’s a poem, a novella, a play, a prayer—carnal, spiritual, sweet &#38;amp; funny. I love this book." 
—Eileen Myles

"In Tom Cole’s stunning debut, Chimes, clean, sparkling writing takes us into the mind of an unnamed narrator as he shares memories, dreams, and moving attempts toward making peace with the world. Cole’s crisp style and humor took me from laughing out loud to questioning my own sanity." 
—Joe Westmoreland

Book cover drawing by Michael Leonard
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Tom Cole is a writer, performer, and artist living in the Lower East Side and Kingston, NY. His work has been presented at Participant Inc, Thread Waxing Space, Art on Air, Dixon Place, Clocktower Gallery, ICA Boston, Performa, Howl Arts, Poetry Project, and the Boston Center for the Arts. He is a three-time MacDowell Playwriting fellow, and an Edward Albee Foundation Playwriting fellow. Tom heads the New Play Commissioning Program at True Love Productions, where he commissioned, developed and produced Heidi Shreck’s What the Constitution Means to Me (Pulitzer Prize Finalist, two Tony nominations, Amazon Prime Original), as well as commissioning and developing major works by Craig Lucas, Nathan Alan Davis, Sheila Callaghan, and others. With True Love Productions, he has worked on over 20 Broadway productions, as well as a dozen Off-Broadway events, including Well, The Flick, Sleep No More, Skylight, Shockheaded Peter, Medea and Waverly Gallery. &#38;nbsp;He co-produced ANOHNI’s Turning (St. Ann’s Warehouse) in 2004, as well as her performance Hopelessness (Park Avenue Armory), and acted as assistant director/dramaturg/actor for She Who Saw Beautiful Things (The Kitchen). He was the artistic director of the Market Theater in Boston during its acclaimed 2000-2002 seasons, where he presented new work by ANOHNI and the Johnsons, David Mamet, Ricky Jay, Ping Chong, Frederick Wiseman, and Biljana Srbljanovic. In 1991, Tom worked with Robert Wilson on his production of When We Dead Awaken, (American Repertory Theater), and from 1991-2001 assisted David Mamet on all of his major works. His writing has been anthologized in Pathetic Literature, edited by Eileen Myles; Sluts, edited by Michelle Tea; Flesh and the Word 4, edited by Michael Lowenthal; This New Breed edited by Rudy Kikel; and Flashpoint, edited by Michael Bronski.

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Photograph by Ben Estes.&#38;nbsp;	
 





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		<title>AMRA BROOKS</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2026 16:58:24 +0000</pubDate>

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	Readings at Parkside:
&#38;nbsp;
 Amra Brooks&#38;nbsp;
The Parkside Lounge317 East Houston StreetNew York CityTuesday, September 29th, 7:30pm
Sliding scale tickets available HERE! 
Please join us to celebrate the release of MOTHER IS A PLACE published by DOPAMINE BOOKS / Semiotext(e).
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A story of growing toward motherhood via chosen family, sickness, literature, and nature.

When Amra Brooks' parents split, so did her life—half lived with her queer, punk, addict dad in Los Angeles, and half with her struggling mom in Santa Cruz. With a poetic tone and an eye for rough beauty, Mother is a Place details one girl's dogged search for safety and care, a pursuit that brings her from idyllic literary studies to nannying for an iconic, out-of-control rock star, from her mysteriously collapsing body to the defiant tenderness of motherhood. Says Girlhood author Melissa Febos, Mother Is a Place is 'a beautiful and finely told story of becoming, this memoir is both map and guide—to bearing what we are given, the path to home, and all that is possible to build ourselves.'

Book cover art by Marc Hundley.
	

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Amra Brooks is the author of the novella California. Her writing has appeared in Artforum, Inventory, Khôra, Printeresting, Entropy, This Long Century, and many other publications. She grew up in California and has taught creative writing at the University of California in Santa Cruz and San Diego, and Muhlenberg College. She is a Professor at Stonehill College where she is the Director of the Creative Writing Program and runs the Raymo Literary Series. She lives in Providence, Rhode Island with her family.

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This is the kind of book you just drink. —Eileen Myles 

Straightforward yet surreal, punk yet soft, kinetic yet somehow at peace, Mother Is a Place is an engrossing, passionate memoir lush with hard-earned wisdom. —Maggie Nelson
Brooks has written a genuine, compelling bildungsroman, an unforgettable story. It’s a wonderful book. —Lynne Tillman 
A rocking, rolling, revolutionary story that breaks previous mother tropes open to reveal a mind-blowing truth. —Lidia Yuknavitch
 





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