Bannock Street Books

April 30, 2009

I’ve just received two new publications from the micro-press Bannock Street Books: Rough Beast: Stories of Exile and Skip, Patch, Eye, Brownie, Chalk: Coming of Age Stories. Both of these are chapbook-length anthologies of flash fiction by various authors, including Meg Pokrass, Tim Jones-Yelvington, Randall Brown, Sarah Black, David Erlewine and others. They are big–8.5 x 11 inches–and hand-stitched and illustrated. The Publisher says, “I want the art and the stories to be big. Big enough to enjoy, which means I don’t have to strain the bifocals. [...] I want the books to have something of the handmade, so writers could participate again in every part of book-making. . . . I want the books to have the energy of the old underground zines. . . .” Artwork separates the stories, at least in these two. Take a look at the website, linked above.

posted by Cooper Renner in announcements, books, fiction | * | 1 comment

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Tim Jones-Yelvington on July 21st, 2009 at 3:19 pm

Hey Coop, I just stumbled upon this. Thank you for helping direct attention toward Bannock Street.

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