:: SONA BOOKS CHAPBOOK SERIES 1

: $4 each includes postage
: to order contact jillmagi@earthlink.net

about Sona Books
back to sõnaweb contents

Blessing Street by Michael Willard
Since I Last Wrote by Ellen Baxt
Tender Chemistry by Ellen Baxt
Sure, we by Carolyn Tacey
Necessary Fictions by Johannah Rodgers
Documentary : She layers paper. by Natalie Atherton and Jill Magi, with lettering by Ben Baxt, Architect


from Blessing Street by Michael Willard

24 pages with a cover photograph by Camila Vega

Blessing Street is the Street as it will one day be
where each step steps into a square future
where ruts cannot be cut in the invisible asphalt
It´s in this timeless strip I walk
saluting pedestrians with makeshift mudras
tipped with restless fingernails palms
like jumper cable claws
male female north south and they accept my benedictions . . .

:: click here to read more



from Since I Last Wrote by Ellen Baxt

26 pages

Dear S,
I have begun a tragic love affair with Martha Graham.
She dances a rooster fight on the bed when I am trying to sleep.
She is not very respectful of my space
but makes beautiful shapes in the night.
She is a real diva. I don't know how much longer I can take it.

:: click here to read more



from Tender Chemistry by Ellen Baxt

42 pages

from "Ode to my Pelvis"

First the ankle begins to go
reaching out to claim bits of air.
Abandoned farmhouse leaning into sideways wind.
What had been a life
becomes a settling mound of materials.

:: click here to read more



from Sure, we by Carolyn Tacey

28 pages with cover and inside photographs by Carolyn Tacey

The sky was something else--massive
part black and cloud leaving
duplications, mapping visions,
showing graphs and pie charts
of December or January
as they helped themselves over the tracks
to the R train´s lunar kiss.

:: click here to read more



from Necessary Fictions by Johannah Rodgers

40 pages with a cover designed by Johannah Rodgers

Do you really want to tell that story?

Yes. I think it´s time.

You´re saying that there are certain times when a story must be told?


He thought again about the wax on the floor and how he was going to get rid of it. He didn´t care very much about the cleanliness of the apartment and liked the smell of wax, not so much pure bee´s wax, which was sweeter, like melted flowers, but the non-pure kind, which smelled like the sun, or more exactly, what things smell like after they have been in the sun a long time. The way you imagine sunlight might smell.

:: click here to read more



from Documentary/She layers paper.
Xerox sculpture by Natalie Atherton & a poem by Jill Magi with lettering by Ben Baxt, Architect

32 pages

Raising and lowering a machine/
hand against the slurry wall-
my mind has slowed to a fall while
a fingertip moves across the facsimile
tracing the potential for deep fissure.

:: click here to view xerox sculpture from the chapbook



sõnaweb contents