Bøger af Jeff Weddle

These poems hit where it hurts and score when it counts. The guy writes like an angel with its hair on fire. End of story.- John Yamrus, Author of nearly 40 books, the latest being Twenty Four Poems. Driving the Lost Highway goes from a rainy day cup of coffee and a purring catto a short suicide note, lonely men with stuffed unicorns for pets, then Christmas ghost memories with gone on family members, and includes more love than Hallmark could ever market. The poems read like daily prayers and ransom notes for missing hearts. They cheer for the most hopeless and forgotten underdogs and know that it's never about keeping score. They eschew anything mainstream, cookie cutter, or poems about wrens and snowy egrets, unless they're dying a day at a time, just like we are. Jeff Weddle's poems pack BAM!-POW!-metaphors, and this collection stands amongst the best poetry published this year. Dan Denton, union autoworker, poet and novelist These are cerebral poems that roll off the tongue and leave you smiling. Celebratory and castigatory, honest work. A delight to read. - Bree of Green Panda Press

Do you have a taste for the bizarre, abstract, and peculiar? This eclectic collection of short stories will tantalize your imagination and your sense of propriety. Here you will find exploding chickens, flying giraffes, and one very ugly monkey. Barbers sick with love and school spirit. A mailman with a vendetta against junk mail. Mayhem. Love gone wrong. Lost souls of all stripes. Join Jeff Weddle-Eudora Welty Prize winning author-for twenty-nine excursions into the dark heart of contemporary American letters. When Giraffes Flew is sure to grab you and not let go. "Weddle's stories are dark gems. When cracked open they reveal the pathos of the twisted light that governs the strangeness of the human psyche." George Eklund, author of The Island Blade, Poems, and In the Arms of the Fog, Poems in Spanish and English "Sometimes funny, sometimes thoughtful, always unexpected. Jeff's stories take us by the hand and invite us to explore the dark shadows of the human soul. His characters live out our secret fears and inadequacies; his situations build with a jittery tension - reach the vertiginous tipping point - and go beyond into madness." Charlie Fish, Editor of Fiction on the Web.

The latest collection by award winning poet Jeff Weddle (There's More to It Than That) showcases the poet's astounding observation of the rapidly deteriorating human condition. Whether watching a cat or ruminating on a relationship writ large, Weddle's poems pull the rug of comfort out from the reader to send us crashing to the floor to look for scattered crumbs of hope. This is poetry that makes us look at what we are.It's beautifully image driven and his sense of irony combined with a viewdeep into the human spirit are killer combinations. - Pris Campbell

In 1960, Jon Edgar and Louise "Gypsy Lou" Webb founded Loujon Press on Royal Street in New Orleans's French Quarter. The small publishing house quickly became a giant. Bohemian New Orleans traces the development of this courageous imprint and examines its place within the small press revolution of the 1960s.

The poems of Jeff Weddle's new collection, A Puncher's Chance, are alive with all the mystery, beauty, love, loss, and heartbreak we are surrounded by every day in this world of ours. Weddle shows off his range in this book with an array of poems from the lushly lyrical to the cut-the-crap, straight-talking conversational. In here, there are dream-like visions, laments of rejection, celebrations of redemption, and rallying incitements to his fellow artists to keep up the good fight of creation and imagination. How else can we survive in this world gone at least half-mad? One of the poems in this collection claims, "It is time for us to be good to one another." Indeed, it is. The strong voice in Jeff Weddle's poems is one of honest devotion to his craft and committed resistance to corruption and lies. It's just what we need right now. Scott Silsbe, author of Muskrat Friday Dinner

Living is a chaotic system that rips the Poet's guts and splatters the entrails across the page, every mischievous side-slam and frantic headkick is an image, texts are snapping synapses, sparks from a grinding wheel. For Jeff Weddle it's a broken world shortchanged by truth, a sensorium of failure where chaos kicks your ass, yet although we're defeated, still these tender sparks, these true moments of grace, are the things that matter. -- Andrew Darlington, author of The Poet's Deliberation on the State of the Nation