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National Poetry Month Spotlight: Brad Ricca

Wet Cell

I have held countless flashlights,
oil cans
and car batteries
ponderous squares of power
gone galactic cold.
Two-by-fours, band saws
and yardsticks,
and miles of measuring tape
stretched to their finite ends.
I’ve watched fingers
fall, without fear or pause,
into jars of black lube goo,
painting the clunky contacts,
swirling out and
pushing down
past all the oxidation.
Screw it all on tight.
Make every washer
thin and fragile
feel its own good worth.
Try it now.
Good job.
There it goes.
Water blots the paint
of the blinded interior.
And a How’s your oil
over the old radio
left by an oddjob painter.
I swing, he sings
and I wonder if I will remember enough
of all these tiny parts
to fill the oilcan
or the garage roof tires.
The fish is scattered dust.
The dog is down to bones.
All the manuals are lost.
My eyes turn like dials.
Clicking into “I have”
I stare at the car
along its long black curve
for a single

Q: Where is your favorite place to write?

A: In front of the computer, usually late at night. I used to write in notebooks, but I started not being able to read my own handwriting (which was really sad), so I mostly gave that up.

Q: Do you remember the first poem you read that really blew your mind?

A: The de facto answer to this has to be Emily Dickinson’s “He fumbles at your Soul,” (and that would be 100% true), but also James Tate’s “How the Pope is Chosen” and Matthew Rohrer’s “Every Which Way But the Luminous Fork” — those poems really just barged in and knocked me down, but at the same time said “Ok, if you want to try this, we won’t hurt you anymore.” They were lying. Neruda is somewhere around this answer as well.

Q: What is the most interesting thing that has happened to you in the last 12 months?

A: That is what poetry is for.

Brad Ricca’s first book of poetry, American Mastodon, winner of the St. Lawrence Book Award, will be published by Black Lawrence Press in July 2011. Visit his website at www.americanmastodon.com.

The St. Lawrence Book Award Early Bird Special

Black Lawrence Press is now accepting submissions for the 2010 St. Lawrence Book Award, an annual award that is given for an unpublished collection of short stories or poems. The St. Lawrence Book Award is open to any writer who has not yet published a full-length collection of short stories or poems. The winner of this contest will receive book publication, a $1,000 cash award, and ten copies of the book. Prizes are awarded on publication.

Previous winners of The St. Lawrence Book Award include Marcel Jolley, Stefi Weisburd, Jason Tandon, Fred McGavran, and Yelizaveta P. Renfro. Last year’s winner was Brad Ricca.

The entry fee for the prize is $25 and the deadline is August 31, 2010.

Because we know that many writers have been hit especially hard by the economic downturn, we are offering a fantastic early bird special. If you submit your manuscript to The St. Lawrence Book Award before June 30, 2010, we will only charge you the price of one of our titles. The choice is yours. Most of our titles are priced between $14 and $18. (And we carry great chapbooks that are only $9!)

Here’s how it works:

1) Go to www.blacklawrencepress.com.

2) Click on the “Books” button on the left side of the page.

3) Order a title that interests you.

4) Shortly after placing your order, you will receive an email from Paypal with your receipt. Keep that for your records. Don’t worry about forwarding it to us; we can cross-check everything on our end.

5) Send your cover letter and manuscript to editors@blacklawrencepress.com before June 30, 2010. In your cover letter, note the title that you purchased.

6) That’s it!

We look forward to reading your submissions!

-The Black Lawrence Press Team

National Poetry Month Wrap-Up

As April draws to a close, we’d like to extend our heartfelt thanks to the Black Lawrence Press authors who participated in our National Poetry Month feature:

David Rigsbee, “Pilot House
Marcela Sulak, “Pomelo With Fallen Angel
Shelley Puhak, “War
T.J. Beitelman, “The Inciting Incident
Laura McCullough, “The Ellisionist
Jason Tandon, “Work
Abayomi Animashaun, “A New Religion
Carol Guess, “Kicks
Joe Wilkins, “A Roadside Diner in Iowa
Lisa Fay Coutley, “In the Carnival of Breathing
Matthew Gavin Frank, “After Il Sergente Serbo e Sua Moglie
Michele Battiste, “Nobody Leaves
Katharine Rauk, “How Many Weeks are in a Day and How Many Years in a Month?
Brent Goodman, “Another Prayer
Stefi Weisburd, “Behind My Ear is a Little Palace in Broad Daylight
Larry Matsuda, “Arc de Triomphe, 2003 Invasion of Iraq
Sandra Kolankiewicz, “Winter Sonata
Frank Matagrano, “Waiting with Alexandria for Her Mom
Hayden Saunier, “Beach
Kevin Pilkington, “Milk
Michael Hemmingson, “Sedona
Erica Wright, “Reservoir
Keith Taylor, “At the Living Creche
James Reidel, “Ave Maria afarensis
Helen Marie Casey, “Mary Dyer’s Courtship
Brad Ricca, “Workshop
Daniele Pantano, “The Oldest Hands in the World
Julia Cohen, “Panic at My Wilderness
Rachel Galvin, “In Cambium Lucida

And most importantly, thank you to everyone who read, shared, and commented on these poems — you’ve made this event a big success!

National Poetry Month Spotlight: Brad Ricca


The frizzy-haired senior
gets a blue Chinese character
on her right upper hip so
“only people I want to”
can see it.
I am clearly not one of them
but I spy it anyway
as she tugs down her jeans
to show the guy in the corner
with the baseball hat.
He smiles his whole life.
The dumpy girl with short hair
writes of putting the plastic cap
of her cheap blue pen
in a dark, lower place.
This is trotted out as brilliant.
Her words appear on the board.
Their adjectives unease us.
The cute, no
girl with long black hair writes on the tender subject of
and succeeds beyond anyone’s dreams.
She reads:
the white light of the drugstore absorbs me
or something similar. We stare
at her bottom.
I write my first poem
(this is not it): a
long multi-stanzaic affair
(this is not it)
about the girl down the street
who killed herself
in the eighth grade.
It is my magnum opus
my Collossus at Rhodes.
Beginning at the pool
and her green bikini
“stuck to her skin.”
Ending in the close garage
with the hum of the motor
like a secret.

The teacher of poetry,
from Washington Heights, NY
displaced into tiny, red
Oxford, Ohio
is enormously tall
and told us on the first day
that if there was a Woody Allen movie at The Princess,
he did not want to see us there.
He puts his hand to his chin
and deflates me.
My poem spins out and wrecks,
glass is everywhere.
An airlift is summoned.
Strangers hold hands.
Weeks later,
I am in his office
and his tune changes:
he is drawn to the fact
that my father sells windows.

Q: Do you remember where you were and what you were doing on the day you wrote the above poem?

A: No idea. But it is based around the first poem I wrote in my only writing workshop, which I was lucky enough to have with James Reiss when I was in college.  So when it was time to read my poem aloud (which I found out was the payback for the self-absorption of writing poetry in the first place), it was really shattering that my big, personal epic about this tragic moment was not very, um, well-received. So this was me trying to rescue (or avenge?) it years later by focusing on the other poems (and people) instead.

Q: What is the last book you’ve read that made you want to grab a pen and write?

A: Final Crisis by Grant Morrison: “Seal the crime scene at 20,000 miles above sea level. No one must leave or enter the gravity well.”  This is an absolutely unacceptable sentence on many levels, so it is funny, powerful, even dangerous.

Q: What is the most sublime meal you’ve ever eaten?

A:  I think “sublime” should involve an element of strangeness to it, even absurdity. This will make me sound way cooler than I actually am, but a few years ago I was in Kyoto and ate dinner in a temple on the top of a giant mountain (no, seriously). We were served an incredible, almost unrecognizable meal in dark wooden boxes by smiling monks who looked like Marines. It was unbelievably hot outside and I remember looking up from the floor and this monk poured me (disheveled, gaijin, far from home) a tall glass of golden Asahi beer in slow motion. It was a big, bizarre scene that was too big for my Midwestern brain, but the tastes not only tethered it all to reality, but to everyone in the room.

Brad Ricca is the winner of the 2009 St. Lawrence Book Award for his manuscript American Mastadon, forthcoming in 2011 from Black Lawrence Press.

BLP Celebrates National Poetry Month

Black Lawrence Press will celebrate National Poetry Month by featuring a poem by one of our authors every day on the blog. Each poem will be accompanied by a short Q&A with the author. Participating authors include:

Abayomi Animashaun
Michele Battiste
T.J. Beitelman
Helen Marie Casey
Lisa Fay Coutley
Matthew Gavin Frank
Rachel Galvin
Brent Goodman
Carol Guess
Sandra Kolankiewicz
Frank Matagrano
Lawrance Matsuda
Laura McCullough
Kevin Pilkington
Shelley Puhak
Katharine Rauk
James Reidel
Brad Ricca
David Rigsbee
Hayden Saunier
Marcela Sulak
Jason Tandon
Keith Taylor
Stefi Weisburd
Joe Wilkins
Erica Wright

So be sure to check the BLP blog every day in the month of April for some great reading!

The 2009 St. Lawrence Book Award Winner

We at Black Lawrence Press are very pleased to report that we have chosen a winner for the 2009 St. Lawrence Book Award. Congratulations to Brad Ricca for winning the prize with his poetry manuscript American Mastodon. As the winner of the prize, Brad will receive $1,000 and publication. American Mastodon will be available from Black Lawrence Press in late 2011. Congratulations again, Brad!