Tuesday, September 15, 2026
Monday, September 14, 2026
IRA SADOFF~
Sunday, September 13, 2026
ALICE COLTRANE THE CARNEGIE HALL CONCERT ALL DAY~
Bass – Cecil McBee, Jimmy Garrison Drums – Clifford Jarvis, Ed Blackwell Piano, Harp, Percussion – Alice Coltrane Tenor Saxophone, Soprano Saxophone, Flute, Fife, Percussion – Pharoah Sanders Tenor Saxophone, Soprano Saxophone, Percussion – Archie Shepp Harmonium – Kumar Kramer Tambura [Tamboura] – Tulsi Recorded at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY, February 21, 1971
Saturday, September 12, 2026
Friday, September 11, 2026
JAMES LOOP ~
The End
remember me reader
age thirty four and naked
in a small kitchen
straining spaghetti
while reading the aeneid
to what perilous absurdities
of love and nutriment
would I not stoop
out of the hope of you
Motto
what binds
what breaks
the river
makes
the river
the river
The Alphabet
lucky us as
in its alien shrine
no one, none
boils alone
Universal Ad
sometimes it's just time
for a little something
______________________
James Loop
Metronome
Winter Editions 2026
Thursday, September 10, 2026
ITHELL COLQUHOUN ~
Ithell Colquhoun demonstrating automatic painting on BBC TV's 'The Eye of the Artist' in 1948. Photo: Getty
Wednesday, September 9, 2026
Tuesday, September 8, 2026
Monday, September 7, 2026
Sunday, September 6, 2026
HOT FART IN THE TEMPLE (Ronald Baatz) ~
Rain
like children
running barefoot
Haiku stuck
in the cheap pen
I keep in my overcoat
Falling in her hair
snow knows the perfect path
to her spine
Saturday morning
she pushes a plum
into its own shadow
Dew caressing
a young grasshopper
its whole life ahead of it
In this unbombed part of the world
not so unusual
such huge tulips
Windy cold rain
and whatever blinking
is left in the birdhouse
Dawn
no egg
is ugly
It feels good
inhaling the birds
in the cold morning air
___________________________
Ronald Baatz
Hot Fart in the Temple
Black Fig Press 2025
blackfigpress.wordpress.com
Saturday, September 5, 2026
Friday, September 4, 2026
Thursday, September 3, 2026
Wednesday, September 2, 2026
THIS MOMENT AT LONGHOUSE (NEW TITLES) ~
WHEN I WAS A POET IN CHINA ~ Norman Schaefer
When I Was A Poet In China
Norman Schaefer’s long experience as a wilderness trekker in the Sierras and his admiration for ancient Chinese poets, exemplified by the ethereal presence of Li Po, informs this etude on the sights and sounds of West Coast ecology. When I Was A Poet In China is elegant yet accessible, with a deep respect for the sagacity of an ageless sensibility still relevant today. Centuries and cultures are bridged in this masterful dialogue reflecting on art, literature, and the vagaries of existence under the willows on the banks of Putah Creek.
P A T N O L A N
Longhouse
2026
available now
New, perfect bound, 100 pages
Prose
$16.95
$5 shipping
NEW! ANDREW SCHELLING at LONGHOUSE ~
New! Margaret Randall at Longhouse
BOB ARNOLD'S "SWWIMMER” ~
Bob Arnold
SWWIMMER
Longhouse
a new edition, 2026
available now
New, perfect bound, 170 pages
Prose
$20
$5 shipping
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Tuesday, September 1, 2026
ARTHUR SZE ~
Into the Hush
1
A magpie feather gleams in the grass;
today you are not having open-heart surgery,
nor are you strapped to a hospital bed,
inhaling oxygen; you do not mix cement
and sand in a wheelbarrow, nor did you sleep
the night in a field off an interstate highway.
This morning you live in a sparrow's warble,
in pale green leaves trembling in sunshine.
You catch the curling wave of the day
where peas flower on a trellis, where apricot
blossoms tinge the tips of a hundred-year-old tree.
Weeding in the garden, you get stronger
as you dig; you become well, island, field;
out of nowhere, a rough-legged hawk
glides downward with outstretched wings;
aspen leaves flutter without wind. When you've
worked this long, your art is no longer art
but a wand that wakes your eyes to what is.
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Arthur Sze
Into the Hush
Copper Canyon Press
2025





















