Spring

It's spring, which means we're editing books for the summer, fall, and winter while sipping coffee in the sunny backyard garden of El Beit cafe in Williamsburg. Stop by and say hello!

And boy do we have some fine books coming your way! On the poetry front, we've accepted three new manuscripts for publication from our January reading period: Elseplace by Laurie Filipelli, Aphoria by Jackie Clark, and a chapbook, The Body Double by Jared Harel. We've also made plans to publish a collection of short stories by Matt Runkle and a new art monograph based on the paintings of NY-based artist Heather Morgan.

Our writers and artists have a bunch of readings/showings lined up, so be sure to check out our News section. We'll add more dates as they become available.

If you missed it, here are two interviews BAP publisher Joe Pan did with The Wall Street Journal and with poet Nin Andrews on the Best American Poetry blog.

Cheers! Here's to a great spring!

New and Forthcoming Books

John F. Buckley & Martin Ott

Poets' Guide to America (Poetry)

Alejandro Ventura

Puerto Rico (Poetry)

Lauren Russell

Dream-Clung, Gone

Poetry Chapbook

Lauren Russell casts a sharp eye on the urban landscape around her, carving profiles and cutting out silhouettes from real experience. The strongest influences on her are the people she deals with directly—lovers, roommates, oglers from the subway, fellow patients, pets. “The lover, as artifact, is constant as long as the jewelry remains broken,” she writes, dismantling her attachments to fluster assertions of overarching facts. Russell favors a singing absence, where each detail is a transitional truth, and each word a temporary home. “It may be known that she allowed a dismantling.”
—Edmund Berrigan

Lauren Russell’s poems remind us what authenticity might mean and be. They are full of “the possibilities of grief” and “insubordinate frizzle.” Simultaneously raw and crafted, these poems bubble and boil with life.
—Joanna Fuhrman

Broc Rossell

Unpublished Poems

Poetry Chapbook

But I don’t know but a book in a man’s brain is better off than a book bound in calf – at any rate it is safer from criticism. And taking a book off the brain, is akin to the ticklish & dangerous business of taking an old painting off a panel – you have to scrape off the whole brain in order to get at it with due safety – & even then, the painting may not be worth the trouble.
—Herman Melville

Susie, what shall I do – there is’nt room enough; not half enough, to hold what I was going to say. Wont you tell the man who makes sheets of paper, that I hav’nt the slightest respect for him!
—Emily Dickinson

I am the outskirts of a nonexistent town, a prolix commentary on an unwritten book. I am no one, no one. I don’t know how to feel, how to think, how to love. I am a character in an unwritten novel, passing by, airy and unmade, without having existed, amid the dreams of whoever it is who didn’t know how to complete me.
—Bernardo Soares to Fernando Pessoa