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Title  | Author | Published | Order It |
| A House of Bottles |
Robin Merrill |
2009 |
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| A Moxie and a Moon Pie: The Best of Moon Pie Press |
Nancy A. Henry and Alice N. Persons, Editors |
2005 |
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| A Sense of Place: Collected Maine Poems |
Bay River Press |
2002 |
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| Agreeable Friends, Contemporary Animal Poetry |
Alice Persons, Editor |
2008 |
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| Angel of the Heavenly Tailgate |
Annie Farnsworth |
2006 |
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| Be Careful What You Wish For |
Alice N. Persons |
2003 |
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| BLACK BOAT BLACK WATER BLACK SAND |
Dave Morrison |
2009 |
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| Blues in the Night |
Herb R. Coursen |
2010 |
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| Child is Working to Capacity |
Tom Delmore |
2006 |
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| Driftland |
Michael Macklin |
2004 |
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| Drowning: A Poetic Memoir |
Claire Hersom |
2008 |
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| Early Late Bloom |
Jim Mello |
2007 |
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| ErosIon |
Nancy A. Henry |
2004 |
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| Essays in All Directions |
Robert M. Chute |
2007 |
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| Europe on $5 a Day |
Nancy A. Henry |
2005 |
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| Evidence of Light |
Marita O'Neill |
2005 |
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| Floating |
Ellen M. Taylor |
2009 |
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| Full Moon Rising: the Best of Moon Pie Press, Volume II |
Alice N. Persons and Nancy A. Henry, Editors |
2006 |
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| He Gives Me Flowers |
Gaylord Day Weston |
2007 |
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| How Many Cars Have We Been Married? |
Ted Bookey, editor |
2008 |
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| Humming to Snails |
Ellen M. Taylor |
2005 |
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| I Have Walked Through Many Lives |
Young Voices - Scarborough |
2009 |
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| Innumerable Machines in My Mind: Found Poetry in the Papers of Thomas A. Edison |
Dr. Blaine McCormick |
2005 |
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| Language as a Second Language |
Ted Bookey |
2004 |
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| Laundry and Stories |
Robin Merrill |
2005 |
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| Life Class |
Ruth Bookey |
2007 |
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| Lostalgia |
Ted Bookey |
2007 |
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| Never say Never |
Alice N. Persons |
2004 |
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| Old Whitman Loved Baseball and Other Baseball Poems |
Edward J. Rielly |
2007 |
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| Ordinary Time |
Kevin Sweeney |
2009 |
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| Poems of Maine in the Nineteen Thirties and Forties |
Brenda Shaw |
2006 |
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| Rags of Prayer |
Kevin Sweeney |
2006 |
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| Safe Harbor: Port Veritas Poetry Anthology, Volume I |
Edited by Alice Persons & Nathan Amadon |
2008 |
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| Sex, Death, and Baseball |
David Moreau |
2004 |
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| Singing With the Dead |
Ted Thomas, Jr. |
2007 |
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| Socks |
Jay C. Davis |
2007 |
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| Sostenuto |
Karen Douglass |
2006 |
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| The Church of St. Materiana |
Anne Britting Olesen |
2007 |
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| The Desire Line |
Michelle Lewis |
2006 |
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| The Flame and the Fiction |
Darcy Shargo |
2005 |
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| The Hard Way |
Jay C. Davis |
2006 |
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| The Lawns of Lobstermen |
Douglas "Woody" Woodsum |
2010 |
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| The Stream |
Don Moyer |
2006 |
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| The Ur-Word |
Jim Glenn Thatcher |
2008 |
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| Things As They Are |
Eva Miodownik Oppenheim |
2005 |
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| To the Promised Land Grocery |
Bruce Spang |
2008 |
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| Traveling Through History |
Patrick Hicks |
2005 |
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| Tuscany Light |
M. Kelly Lombardi |
2006 |
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| Unidentified Flying Odes |
Dennis Camire |
2006 |
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| Vivaldi for Breakfast |
John-Michael Albert |
2009 |
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| Walking Track |
Jay Franzel |
2005 |
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| Ways of Looking |
Edward J. Rielly |
2005 |
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| What on Earth |
Marcia F. Brown |
2010 |
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| Whispers, Cries, & Tantrums |
Jay C. Davis |
2004 |
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| With a W/Hole in One |
Ted Bookey |
2010 |
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| You Can Still Go To Hell...and Other Truths About Being a Helping Professional |
David Moreau |
2007 |
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Book Details
Sostenuto
by Karen Douglass – copyright 2006
ISBN 0-9785860-7-7
$8.00 including postage
Read a sample
Sample from Sostenuto
Majolica Pitcher with Blackberries
"....one day we'll be clay for Fate to make pitchers of..."
--- Hafiz
In family legend a rare and evil pitcher dropped,
smashed, spilled bad air on our future. My guilty
mother bundled infant me like a pink parcel and ran,
never to face the imagined wrath of her in-laws. Every
time they told the story, they swore she had nothing to
fear. But she ran and ran often. The pitcher still
falls. It has always littered the floor, all of us
stepping around those shards. Its lip is my lip, its
handle my left arm.
Its blackberry eyes watch me pour out my stories.
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