New Book From Pski’s Porch

Migration, by Brian Morse and Betsy Potter

44 pages – $18.00

ISBN-13: 978-0997870602 ISBN-10: 0997870605

A wonderfully disorienting mix of nature writing and haunting surrealism, told in epistolary form, accompanied by delicately unsettling illustrations. Brian Morse and Betsy Potter have made a book  that will make readers feel slightly to the left of themselves, as they follow a narrator through a peculiar landscape via letters home to his mother (and a few other folks).



I think you will find this interesting: we happened upon the crow’s ghost in another card game. He was sitting with a southern panther and an Ivory-billed Woodpecker in the middle of Singer Swamps. The travelling gamblers called themselves The Doormen. They circle the country looking for exhausted ghosts willing to gamble for a chance at resurrection. If the ghost loses, they relive their death 1,000 times. It’s a sadistic sustenance for the cat and the bird.

The game is simple: each side cuts a deck of cards; whoever pulls the highest card, wins. The crow has been chasing around The Doormen since he died. That’s how he found himself at Mildred’s farm: he was closing in on them. The game took place on the bank of the river, on the gambler’s traveling crate.

We entered the scene as the paperwork was being filled out. The crow won by cutting a 10 versus the Doormen’s 4. That old wildfire burned in the crow’s eyes as he scribbled his name on the dotted line. The panther paced back and forth, the woodpecker coldly processed the work…Once the deal had been brokered, the crow greeted us dead-eyed and flew away. I wondered if he remembered how dismal his last ending turned out? The Doormen packed up their little wooden crate, respectfully nodded to us, and went in search for their next mark.



Come see Brian read from Migration October 15th, 3pm, at Rust Belt Books in Buffalo, NY, and October 22nd, 3pm, at Small World Books, Rochester NY.


Redesigning the website

We changed and upgraded the Pski’s Porch website this week, as you can see. We added a space for very very short reviews of books, and also an archive of Louie Clay’s list of journals and publishers that accept e-submissions, since Louie is retiring from maintaining the site. We hope to keep Louie’s archive going, and we hope to get a slew of little reviews.

We will be releasing 5 new books in the Fall, so start saving those Green Stamps.

Here is some good press for our authors:

Tim Staley reviewed in CactiFur

Catfish McDaris reviewed in Cultural Weekly




New book of poetry from Pski’s Porch: Catfish McDaris

Available April 7th! Now!

Sleeping With the Fish
by Catfish McDaris

ISBN-13: 978-0692671320
ISBN-10: 0692671323

Pski’s Porch has been busy this Spring, and is happy to add another new book of poetry to our catalog, this one from Mssr. Catfish McDaris. Besides being right tasty, Catfish has been loosing his poems and prose on the world for more than 20 years:


Cell phone madness was driving the world insane. People walking into things, holding phones up to the side of their heads, blue gadgets stuck in their ears, finger stabbing on tiny keyboards. Folks not speaking to one another, only concerned with electronic communications. Families sitting down for a meal, each and every one of them ignoring each other caught up in their own personal world. Quick warned his daughter to slow down with all her cell phone usage. He explained his theory about phones consuming all human intelligence and conquering the world. Quick’s kid, just shook her head like her old man was hopelessly behind the times. A few days later Quick went to wake his child up, her head was covered by sheets and blankets. When she finally struggled to get up, she had no head. From the neck up was a cell phone. He yelled for his wife and they went berserk, they tried to talk to their kid, but got no response. Quick’s wife sent her a text and it appeared on her face phone. They called an ambulance and reported the incident. They were informed that Phombism was a wide spread virus. There were laboratories and hospitals working on a cure, but all cell phones must be confiscated and destroyed, before a useable vaccine could be developed to treat the Phombies. Quick looked out the window and saw people with cell phone heads stumbling down the street. It was utter chaos, he went to the refrigerator and poured a glass of buttermilk.


We strongly recommend you get some Catfish love before it’s all gone and the sun collapses in on itself. And no, that’s not him on the cover.


New book of poetry from Pski’s Porch: Tim Staley


Lost on My Own Street
by Tim Staley

ISBN-13: 978-0692662335
ISBN-10: 0692662332

Pski’s Porch is proud to add a new book to our catalog, this one from Tim Staley. Tim hails from Alabama, lives in New Mexico, and writes poems that blend the cerebral with the visceral:

Do You Feel Alright

When Bob Marley Jr. asks the crowd,
do you feel alright? I take it personally.
I ask my friend how she feels alright
and she suggests a six pack before bed
but there are bubbles in beer and I know
feeling bloated isn’t feeling alright.
I shoot numerous arrows toward God
bent over like a question mark and after
no word from the celestial bondsman,
I go local, drink a few flat beers and write
the president in a calm cursive.
He gets back to me quickly
with an autographed 8X10 and I feel
alright for awhile but I’m
not sure because he never stops
smiling and that’s suspicious.
I ask my wife, do I feel alright?
and she’s tying the laces of her
Jazzercise shoes really tight as she
doesn’t want them falling off
when she’s dancing. I call my mom
and before I even finish asking
she says, yes, yes, you feel alright
and you feel handsome too,
and I do feel handsome for awhile
so I restring my racquetball racket
and speed-walk the food court
but I don’t feel alright, so I
ask my brother and he says,
I got to get out of here, so I go
to the nearest forest and shut the door.
I follow a stream all the way up
a mountain into the cold mist
and feel my toes and fingers
go numb and feel myself fall in
the windblown scattering of peaks.

We have thoroughly enjoyed reading Tim’s work, and know that you will as well.


Here is Tim reading another poem from the book, “The Waiting Game”

New Book of Poetry and Art from Pski’s Porch

Light and Shade
by Gerry Brennan and Mariana Santos

ISBN-13: 978-0692508244
ISBN-10: 0692508244
98 pages

This collection of poems and drawings will interest those who love both poetry and the visual arts, as Brennan’s poems discuss history, philosophy, and human culture with Santos’ artwork. According the critic Nuno Miguel Guedes,

Light and Shade goes from the particular to the general. From the soul to the eye. You will say: isn’t this what poetry is all about? And you will be right. But it’s the look that counts for its uniqueness, forming and transforming reality.
Sometimes the words of Gerry Brennan seem to come form some sweet haze of a drunken hour, mixing improbable meetings, making silent eulogies for singers and musicians which mean much more than their work. But suddenly he can become angry, about the crimes that human misery has perpetrated. Or glad that in such a darker place we can still find glances of epic heroism in every day life.
There are historic tragedies, there is a simple complexity that all his words can capture. Strange paradoxes: the horrible that can build beauty, the innocence that nurtures crime, the life that announces death.
But in the end, a strange and mysterious candour, a beckettian laugh, a desperate optimism’

Ghosts Fantasmas


explain their presence
by reference
to a past
that is proven,
nailed in time.
A fixed point
for eternity.
Never to be
of evolution.

–Gerry Brennan and Mariana Santos

Light and Shade

New Book from Pski’s Porch

At the End of All Our Labors
by Potassium Cockburn

$13. 284 pages. ISBN-13: 978-0692506165 • ISBN-10: 0692506160

September 2015

The central character in Potassium Cockburn’s novel has a job to do, and several successive layers of reality in which to do it, but it’s not clear who he’s really working for, or that the job will ever end. At the End of All Our Labors is a dizzying exploration of identity, technology, entertainment, and the value of work in a future defined by virtual and augmented reality, nano technology, ecological disaster, and the struggle for eyeballs.
Potassium Cockburn lives and writes in the United States, quietly, with little fuss. To help mantain this quiet, please direct any inquires for interviews or correspondance to Cockburn’s publisher at


Autumn Fruit Mellow’d Long

Dryden wrote a musical theater version of Paradise Lost, apparently. I’m sure someone in Hollywood is working up a new treatment as we speak… but if not, or if you have a better version, we at the Porch would like to read it. We have a small selection of upcoming titles already, and we would like more, so we will being actively, rather than passively, soliciting manuscripts in the next few weeks. See our Submissions page for more details.

Our 2015 publication schedule presently includes 1 novel and 3 books of poetry, more details to come.

Press for The Emissary, Book Fair, and Launch Party

Oh we’re about to be very busy at the Porch. First up is a book launch party for Marc Pietrzykowski’s new novel, The Emissary, and new book of poetry, Straddling the Sibyl, March 28th at the Tuscarora Inn, Lockport NY: Facebook event for Launch party.

Then, we have a table at the Buffalo Small Press Book Fair, April 5th and 6th! Small Press Book Fair

Here are some early reviews of The Emissary. Sounds like it’s creeping folks about a bit, exactly has planned….

IndieReader review

Pagewalker review

Aimée Jodoin review

The Emissary

Coming in March

In March, 2014, Pski’s Porch Publishing, will unleash The Emissary on an unsuspecting, and largely uncaring, reading public. Marc Pietrzykowski’s second novel concerns residents of the ElderGrove Residential Living Facility, a run down nursing home chock full of stories. The aged residents are overflowing with them, the employees are busy making their own, and one former worker likes to record them and make animated shorts from the recordings, which he then uploads to YouTube. One story is too common for most people to notice: at ElderGrove, people die, often. When a nurses’ aide and her young daughters are killed in their home, however, people start to notice that the tale they took for granted is not the same one being spun between backgammon and re-runs of the Andy Griffith Show. The Emissary is a story about stories, the stories we tell about love and death, identity, and interpersonal relationships, about architecture, and the elderly, and murder–and an alien visitor trying to make sense of it all.

Also in March, Marc Pietrzykowski’s sixth book of poetry, Straddling the Sibyl, will depart the lexical abattoir in little styrofoam trays, wrapped in plastic. Here is a poem from the book:

The Observatory

The immensity of my head, of the room that surrounds it,

of the house and town and valley and universe and galaxy,

of the space between it all, the way it blooms forth,

is a brood of facts deafening to live among, and oh, the barnyard reek.


And so I don’t, or not often, when I do, the shock

is nearly paralytic, and certainly unnatural, I must work,

I must earn my bread. Awe is parasitic, it feeds

by revealing what a pitiable share we’re stuck with.


I’m of the infinite, and to know it would surely be grand,

but that’s not the same as living, so I defer,

I restrict, I hem, I dawdle as I dwindle, I stand when I should sit,

I look at my skin, glad it’s not everywhere all at once.



More to come about these books, and the party to accompany their launch…