Friday, September 11, 2009
David Winner Wins the Gival Press Novel Award-2009
Gival Press is pleased to announce that David Winner of Brooklyn, New York has won the 5th Annual Gival Press Novel Award for his novel The Cannibal of Guadalajara. Mr. Winner will receive $3,000.00 and his novel will be published in 2010. His manuscript was read anonymously and chosen by the final judge John Domini.
“Is this about ruptured families and their reframing? About Latin and North America commingling by way of Manhattan and Mexico, in a mess of nightmare and dream? Or have we a fine and bumpy ride, comic and yet catch-in-the-throat, through the surprises of sex and romance in a hitherto undemonstrative woman now nearing 60? The answer, as you'd expect in a thwacking sweetheart of a novel, is all the above. Small wonder that its turning points generally arrive, with a satisfying bang!, during expansive and complicated meals. Small wonder that expectations about who will wind up with whom, and why, get delightfully upended. For all the control with which it's written—always at just distance enough for a smile, but never enough for a smirk—The Cannibal of Guadalajara proves anything but a finicky eater.”—John Domini, judge & professor of English and Creative Writing at Grinnell College and author of The Tomb on the Periphery
Biography:
David Winner has received two Pushcart nominations and first prize in The Ledge's 2003 Fiction Contest. His work has appeared in The Village Voice, Fiction, Confrontation, Corland Review, Staple, Dream Catcher Phantasmagori, KGB, and several other literary magazines in the USA and the UK. A film based on a short story of his was shown at the Cannes Film Festival in 2007, and he's the fiction editor of The American, a magazine based in Rome.
Finalists:
Show Up, Look Good
by Mark Wisniewski of Lake Peekskill, New York.
Sally Paradiso
by Jeanne Larsen of Roanoke, Virginia.
Chantal
by Louella Bryant of Lincoln, Vermont.
Listening for Life
by Matthew Pitt of Gulfport, Mississippi.
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Friday, September 04, 2009
ArLiJo Features Poetry by Lee Leong Koh & Jeff Walt
ArLiJo is currently featuring poetry by Jee Leong Koh and Jeff Walt.
Jee Leong Koh's book Equal to the Earth was recently released. Here below is a sample from the book.
Spinoza on Love
In Amsterdam, that curious strand,
a man of trading blood was banned
for thinking it was very odd
that man should worship man in God,
and not the God of love’s demand.
Demand of me, my Love, demand
I give up all to understand
the ordinary and the odd
in Amsterdam.
Devoting all to understand
what stayed or traded on that strand,
he thought, therefore I am—how odd!—
the intellectual love of God,
the love that binds, what once was banned
in Amsterdam.
From Equal to the Earth (Bench Press, 2009 ) Copyright © 2009 by Jee Leong Koh. Reprinted by permission of Bench Press.
Jeff Walt, who has twice won the Gival Press Oscar Wilde Award, recently was awarded First Place in the 2009 Gertrude Press Chapbook Contest and his chapbook Vows will be published in 2010.
Here below is one of his poems:
I Walk My Neighborhood at Night
The mutt my ex left me
has broken free from the back yard fence.
Now I’m scavenging the streets,
still in my work boots, greasy clothes,
the paper mill’s stench that hangs on me
no matter how much soap I use.
“Lucky,” I shout, as if the mongrel might come running, jump up,
lick my face; as if I have something to offer besides a chain
around his neck and leftover Spaghetti-Os.
I stumble through dark yards—
windows glow, boxes of private lives lit: families
finishing dinner, clearing tables, watching TV. A boombox
screeches “Cocaine”; a man yells at a woman, hands
thrashing in the air. I remember being struck by love.
What would I say if I slammed in there? What words
would change anything?
My neighbor rattles home in his car, calls his six kids
little sons-of-bitches—their small, vague
bodies like shadows, skipping circles and clapping
lightning bugs dead between their hands.
As a boy, I wanted to kill
everything smaller than me: beetles sprayed
with AquaNet, butterflies smacked
from the bright air, wings dipped in motor oil.
In those moments, I was certain
I would become a man who could conquer anything.
I yell down a dead end street
for a dog I know doesn’t love me; a pet afraid
of my voice hard as the two-by-four I’ve whacked
against his rib cage, days and days chained to himself.
First appeared in Mangrove Review, Fall 2005. Copyright (c) 2009 by Jeff Walt.
To see their work posted on ArLiJo, click on the link below:
ArLiJo.com
Jee Leong Koh's book Equal to the Earth was recently released. Here below is a sample from the book.
Spinoza on Love
In Amsterdam, that curious strand,
a man of trading blood was banned
for thinking it was very odd
that man should worship man in God,
and not the God of love’s demand.
Demand of me, my Love, demand
I give up all to understand
the ordinary and the odd
in Amsterdam.
Devoting all to understand
what stayed or traded on that strand,
he thought, therefore I am—how odd!—
the intellectual love of God,
the love that binds, what once was banned
in Amsterdam.
From Equal to the Earth (Bench Press, 2009 ) Copyright © 2009 by Jee Leong Koh. Reprinted by permission of Bench Press.
Jeff Walt, who has twice won the Gival Press Oscar Wilde Award, recently was awarded First Place in the 2009 Gertrude Press Chapbook Contest and his chapbook Vows will be published in 2010.
Here below is one of his poems:
I Walk My Neighborhood at Night
The mutt my ex left me
has broken free from the back yard fence.
Now I’m scavenging the streets,
still in my work boots, greasy clothes,
the paper mill’s stench that hangs on me
no matter how much soap I use.
“Lucky,” I shout, as if the mongrel might come running, jump up,
lick my face; as if I have something to offer besides a chain
around his neck and leftover Spaghetti-Os.
I stumble through dark yards—
windows glow, boxes of private lives lit: families
finishing dinner, clearing tables, watching TV. A boombox
screeches “Cocaine”; a man yells at a woman, hands
thrashing in the air. I remember being struck by love.
What would I say if I slammed in there? What words
would change anything?
My neighbor rattles home in his car, calls his six kids
little sons-of-bitches—their small, vague
bodies like shadows, skipping circles and clapping
lightning bugs dead between their hands.
As a boy, I wanted to kill
everything smaller than me: beetles sprayed
with AquaNet, butterflies smacked
from the bright air, wings dipped in motor oil.
In those moments, I was certain
I would become a man who could conquer anything.
I yell down a dead end street
for a dog I know doesn’t love me; a pet afraid
of my voice hard as the two-by-four I’ve whacked
against his rib cage, days and days chained to himself.
First appeared in Mangrove Review, Fall 2005. Copyright (c) 2009 by Jeff Walt.
To see their work posted on ArLiJo, click on the link below:
ArLiJo.com
