I'm shipping out all the preorders and review copies now.
If you would like a review copy, email me: adam at publishinggenius dot com.

"Generous? I'll give her the bird."(NB: Since these poems were poems I heard, I don't know about the line breaks. I think line breaks in an M Magnus poem are essential to what he's doing. I actually feel like excerpting lines misses the game in his work, because he's not, like, hittin' you with the wit or something. I mean, the work is clearly witty, but I think there is something more fundamental going on, I just don't know what it is.)
"The soul bleats
Please be a happy little girl
Don't grow old and die"
"I've got my ass on the moon
I'm shaking my butt on the moon
Said Neil Armstrong after a step"

Some passages from this slim volume might lead folks to believe that Rupert Wondolowski is the Charles Bukowski of Baltimore. Old hobos, eggplant-hurling arabbers, and aerosol-huffing-two-by-four-waving locals tend to populate his poems, which can be a mass of muss and ruin. But Wondolowski, longtime editor of The Shattered Wig Review, avoids getting bogged down in the muck of misfortune by casting sidelong glances at the culture around him and stepping spiritedly through its wreckage. . . .Thanks to reviewer John Lewis for the attention and writing about not just the book but the ideas in its pages.


While most of our titles are available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble, neither corporation has very friendly small press practices in place, and we would much prefer that you order from us, Small Press Distribution, or better yet: your local independant bookstore . . .Good job Black Ocean. Speaking for PGP, the deal Amazon offers to small presses makes it very easy to get books listed through their store, but they are miserable to work with. Amazon orders one or two books at a time at 45% of the cover price, and they don't pay for shipping. They also insist that the book isn't sold more cheaply anywhere else. So since I like to keep PGP prices as low as possible, I take a loss on every book sold through Amazon. If they would order in higher quantity, pay for shipping, or pay more like almost every bookstore I've dealt with (only one bookseller, someone named Dick Haley, has stiffed me for books), working with Amazon would be okay. It would be great. But as it is, it sucks and the only way to make it work is to charge readers more for books.
I think lots of people have already read this hilarious interview at Sam Pink's blog, but even still I'm pleased as a punch in the forehead to release it now as This PDF Chapbook #14. I present it now in all its glory, read as much as you can, dear reader, and if somehow you forgot, Pre-Order Light Boxes before you have to pay $3 more.
Light Boxes now dwells with the printer. But this sublime interview lives with us now.
And keep your eyes peeled for a new crop of work from that freak, Dave NeSmith, the man who saved haiku for 2009.


October 9, 1981That's a great joke and it gets better from there.
All attempts to manufacture sulfuric acid have failed. After discarding the useless chemistry set I received for my birthday, I have rummaged many times through our kitchen cabinet, and I have made many combinations, but have not achieved anything close to science. I tried mixing milk with orange juice, but these proved not to be the acid and base I thought they were. Later, I mixed all the spices and juices and ketchup together, and then added a dash of Tabasco sauce, but this did not produce so much as a puff of smoke. Not even a bubble. Afterwards, I tried to clean up the mess, but our cat, April, would not go near the stuff.