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Praise for Hell and High Water

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The water is rising and the flames grow hotter as October 19th nears. Here is an early review of the book and a poem to get you through the weekend. Order information to follow.

Wolfgang Carstens promises “hell and high water” in his new book from Six Ft. Swells Press, and that’s exactly what you get. These poems blaze short and hot like matches, but baby, you’ll feel the burn; they both praise love and raise the level of pithy skewering to new heights. In Hell and High Water, whether he’s getting lucky (“i don’t write love poems”), or ruminating (“len,”  “contrary”), Carstens remains true to himself and his sometimes dark, sometimes hilarious, episodic visions of life.—Dianne Borsenik, publisher of NightBallet Press, author of Age of Aquarius (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016)

instead of “Speed Bump,”

the sign read

“Speed Hump.”

“look Honey,”

my wife said,

laughing.

“finally,

a sport

you

can win.”

–Wolfgang Carstens, Hell and High Water

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Hell and High Water is on the way….

On October 17th, Six Ft. Swells Press will release the next book in its acclaimed Top Shelf Poetry Series, Hell and High Water by Wolfgang Carstens. No matter how high the water mama or how hot the heat this book will kick the poetry world up a notch. Carstens offers a savage look into the essential life concepts of love, commitment, obligations, creativity, responsibilities, fatherhood, regret and the matrimonial benefits of good tequila. Hell and High Water, is about maintaining the wildness among minivans, mortgages and matrimony.

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Wolfgang Carstens lives in Canada with his wife, five kids, grandson, dog, mortgage and death. His poetry is printed on the backs of paid bills. More information at http://www.wolfgangcarstens.com.

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the human animal

possesses

an uncanny ability

to justify any action

after the fact:

if the devil didn’t make us do it,

we were drunk,

stoned

or temporarily

insane.

when all else fails

we blame it

on love.

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Poets Underground featuring Todd Cirillo

Now on small screens everywhere, poet Todd Cirillo is featured on the internationally acclaimed Poets Underground show with host Wolfgang Carstens. This critically lauded episode features the two legendary poets and writers in conversation and performance. A must see for poetry fans and good time people alike. So open up a sixer, mix a tall drink and enjoy as Todd and Wolfgang bring the goods to the world. Click below to watch.

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The Monkey’s Got Your Poems!

5 new poems by Todd Cirillo published at Bold Monkey! Poems for a great northerner, a beautiful Californian, the biggest loss of the New Year, and that force that keeps us trying. Enjoy. You can get Todd’s latest book, Burning the Evidence (Epic Rites Press, 2017) at Amazon.com

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Featuring Todd Cirillo


Gravitational Force

Even at this moment,

sitting across from you
working on our computers
separately and silently,
I can feel it,
like the tides
reaching for the moon,
an unseen force
pulling me
towards
you.
Still Drinking Alone
 
11:46a.m.
Monday.
Lunch at the Witt’s Inn.
I sit at the bar
the only other customer
orders another
shot of Samba
and a Budweiser.
Speaks out loud
to no one particular,
me I guess,
“I was born
in 1958,
in the Navy
we drank Ouzo
in Greece.
There’s been
a lot of hard living
between then
and now.”
At 11:48a.m.
on a Monday
I believe him.
Good Strategy
            –for Wolfgang Carstens
There is a man
way up north,
beyond borders, plains, 
and mountain ranges.
Without his beard he looks respectable
even—
harmless.
He has a wife,
mortgage, a snow blower,
more kids, bills, and responsibilities
than I will ever know. 
I imagine him 
at a mild-mannered job
maybe wearing a uniform,
stocking shelves.
A man working
peacefully within the system.
Volunteers for the graveyard shift
allowing the darker words
to form under the florescent glow
of aisle 9
but at home
when the seal is broken,
the fridge is stocked,
and he is firing on all cylinders,
he is a motherfucking Mack truck
of a man
barreling through every barricade—
poetic and otherwise,
smoking, drinking,
making videos 
of himself reading 
tough and unforgiving 
poems he has written.
Until it is time to punch in once again.
I can only sit back
in awe and admiration
at his brutal strategy
of total retaliation
against
ALL of it.
(Epic Rites Broadside, 2017)
December 31st
Last year 
we celebrated 
your birthday
and the new year
together.
I told you
to blow out
the candle
and make a wish
over a 
Mexican dessert
but not to tell me
what you wished for.
This year
we don’t 
speak.
I like to tell myself
you wished for
a new car.
 
Thanks Sweetie
            for Annie Menebroker
“Hi sweetie”,
were the first words 
Annie spoke to me
and that is all it took.
Over the years,
I would call her
my traveling partner.
She would laugh
and tell me she was a 
traveling partner 
who didn’t travel anywhere.
She would open our conversations with,
“love to see all your pictures
of the places you go,
things you see, 
and hear the music 
you get to dance to”.
In June,
we spoke by phone 
and ended 
as we always did,
Annie telling me,
“thanks for calling sweetie”
followed by my,
“love you Annie”.
except this time,
each of us added 
a goodbye.
My traveling partner 
provided me with more
stories than she would admit to
and material for the heart
to last my lifetime–
and perhaps that’s why 
I live in New Orleans
where I get called “sweetie”
at least twice a day,
and everytime
I am reminded 
of my traveling partner
so I always say,
“thanks sweetie” back,
just in case
I never told her enough
while she
was still
here.

Todd Cirillo loves good times and shiny moments. He lives in New Orleans so there are plenty of those to be found. His latest book is Burning the Evidence, (Epic Rites Press, 2017). He can be found at afterhourspoetry.com and youtube.

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Slutty review of Burning the Evidence by Todd Cirillo

Only a true fan of Todd Cirillo’s poetry could write this review (keep them coming):

Reading Todd Cirillo’ s Burning The Evidence feels sweaty, like a hot summer afternoon in the French Quarter. Slutty, like a stranger who opens her heart and legs to you for reasons she doesn’t even know. And drunken, Spoken in the moments between sober confusion and drunken clarity. Sweaty,slutty,and drunken. All things I like, A lot.–Anonymous Verified Amazon Purchase

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Todd Cirillo book release reading 3/29-New Orleans

On Wednesday March 29th at 8pm at BJ’s Lounge in the Bywater 4301 Burgundy St. for the Blood Jet Poetry Series, Todd will be celebrating the release of his new book of poems Burning the Evidence published by Epic Rites Press with a reading along with poet Clare Welsh. Come on down, there will be strong drinks, cheap books for sale (only $10), great jukebox, slanted pool table, corner bar beauty and fun.IMG_8818

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Midnight Lane Boutique features Todd Cirillo

The incomparable Midnight Lane Boutique features Todd Cirillo and publishes three new poems. Click the link below and you can also order Todd’s new book Burning the Evidence (Epic Rites Press 2017) at the end of the article.

https://midnightlanegalleryii.wordpress.com/2017/03/11/feature-poet-todd-cirillo/

Feature Poet: Todd Cirillo

Todd Cirillo is co-founder and editor of Six Ft. Swells Press. His poems have appeared in numerous national and international literary journals, magazines and cocktail napkins everywhere. His books include ROXY (R.L. Crow Publications, 2003), Everybody Knows the Dice are Loaded (Rattlesnake Press, 2006), This Troubled Heart(Lummox Press, 2010), Sucker’s Paradise (Six Ft. Swells Press, 2012), and Sexy Devils (Epic Rites Press, 2016), among others. Todd lives in New Orleans, Louisiana, and can be found at afterhourspoetry.com or epicrites.org.

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In Complete Agreement

She stood me up
on a Sunday.
On Monday
she sent me a text
saying she
ended up getting drunk
with an old boyfriend
but she was sorry
and it would never
happen again.

I looked at my phone
in complete agreement
with her
as I
hit
delete.

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Nothing Wasted

I am using the last
of your shampoo.
I spent the .84 cents
left on the desk
where there once stood
a vase with yellow flowers.
I am playing
the Pink Floyd album
you forgot.
I gave the leftover
pack of cigarettes
to the first
homeless person
I saw.

Instead of throwing
it all away
I thought,
why waste it.

There has been enough
of that already.

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Premonition

Everyone was dancing—
except you.
It was supposed
to be a good time.
You and I
and a thousand
other lovers
under the moon,
listening
to the Rebirth Brass Band
sing from the stage,
“I used to love her
but it’s all over now.”

I went and ordered
two more beers,
thinking
that might loosen
the evening.
You did not want another.
“Two for me then,”
I thought out loud,
and smiling
up at the white moon
felt the breeze
come off the river
and watched the girls’ dresses
rise as they twirled.

I continued to dance
and make friends
with those around us,
our space on the lawn
getting smaller and smaller.
You had no idea
what was coming,

but I sure did.

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All Hail! Todd Cirillo’s latest collection, Burning the Evidence (2017), is available via Epic Rites Press.* Please, click on the cover image below to learn more . . .

Cirillo Cover

*Cover photo by Matt Amott; cover design by Julie Valin.

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