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A Moxie and a Moon Pie: The Best of Moon Pie Press
Nancy A. Henry and Alice N. Persons, Editors – copyright 2005
ISBN 0-9769929-1-4
This is our first anthology, 176 pages, featuring the work of 11 poets: Ted Bookey, Jay Davis, Jay Franzel, Nancy Henry, Michael Macklin, Robin Merrill, David Moreau, Alice Persons, Edward Rielly, Darcy Shargo and Ellen Taylor.
$14
Reviews for A Moxie and a Moon Pie: The Best of Moon Pie Press
by Fishhead Press
In discussing this small press anthology, one needn't even use the qualifier "Maine" -- the poems in this collection are as accomplished as anything from the mainstream houses. Tremendous. Additionally, at a whopping 176 pages, it's a truckload of poetry for ten dollars. The individual collections were grand enough; having nearly all the poems in one place verges on incredible.
...Moon Pie Press continues to amaze me with their quality, their vision, and their energy.
[Sakana, Issue#4, from Fishhead Press, a Maine publisher]
Sample from A Moxie and a Moon Pie: The Best of Moon Pie Press
I Took Her Hand in Mine
-- for my mother (by Ted Bookey)
I took her lank hand in mine,
And only then became aware
A lifelong hate was spent
And I was clasping love.
She was ninety
Letting go of the world
There would be no time
Left to tell her this--
This almost impostor
Who by dying in her bed,
Her breasts gone
Her smile in the drawer
With the rings
Her fingers were too thin
To bear, and my remorse
Too thick.
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