Poets Wear Prada is a poetry publishing house with excellent poets and affordable books with beautiful covers. Have you had your poetry today?--Meredith Sue Willis, Books for Readers * * * Stylistically, these beautifully designed and produced chapbooks bear their own distinctive signature.--Linda Lerner, SMALL PRESS REVIEW

Saturday, May 9, 2015

SAT 5/9 Come Hear Austin Alexis Live, Greenwich Village, NYC, 7PM

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SAT 5/8 Come hear Austin Alexis live 208 W 13 St Rm 210, NY, NY 10011
Charlie Bondhus, Dean Kostos, & Lynn McGee!  
Four Poets Celebrate Lyricism in the 21st Century
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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Poets Wear Prada at Sunday's Hoboken Arts & Music Festival

Sunday, May 3, 2015
11AM - 6PM
Washington Street from City Hall to 7th Street, Hoboken, NJ

Join Poets Wear Prada in our hometown, the birthplace of Frank Sinatra and professional baseball, Hoboken, New Jersey, Sunday, May 3, 2015 from 11AM to 6PM for a day of FREE LIVE MUSIC, GOOD EATS,  an OUTDOOR ART SHOW, and many, many SMALL BUSINESS VENDORS.  We will be selling our beautiful poetry books and launching our new line of poetry greeting cards. There will also be a sneak preview of  Roxanne Hoffman's upcoming July art show at the Hoboken Library.  Meet author, recording artist and performance poet, Tantra-zawadi who will be signing her books and CD's at our table all day at the event.


Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Tuliptree Online Features 2 Poems by Hilary Sideris

Tulip Tree Review
Hilary Sideris
Tuliptree Online features two poems by poet Hilary Sideris, author of  Most Likely to Die (Poets Wear Prada, 2014).  Read "Thom" and "Photoman" from her new series of poems based on men's online dating profiles.  Maybe you're the missing half  -- his "future crime partner" or "co-pilot" or want to join him "on the dance floor" --  or will recognize your own online dating profile.  Here's the link to read the poems online: http://www.tuliptreepub.com/hilarysideris.html
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Emotive Fruition Features Geer Austin's Work Wednesday April 22, 2015 in NYC at 7:30pm

Emotive Fruition

The poetry of  poet and writer Geer Austin, author of Cloverleaf (Poets Wear Prada, 2014), will be featured Emotive Fruition's celebration of April is National Poetry Month, at Botanic Lab,  Wednesday, April 22, at 7:30pm in New York City. 

Take the F or M train to Essex street. About a 4-minute walk from the station.

Geer Austin
Wednesday, April 22 @ 7:30pm
Botanic Lab
86 Orchard Street (at Broome)
New York, NY  10002
Emotive Fruition: Cel-e-brate Good Rhymes, C’mon!
Curated, directed and hosted by Thomas Dooley.

The poets: Geer Austin, Michael H. Broder, Richard Prins, David McLoghlin, Nicole Callihan, K.C. Trommer, Ama Codjoe, Chrissy Malvasi, Matthew Hittinger, Jason Schneiderman, Jackie Sherbow, Emily Brandt, Ashleigh Lambert, Arden Levine, Jerome Murphy, Moira-Jo Trachtenberg-Thielking, Jameson Fitzpatrick, Monica Wendel, and Michael Klein.

$10 at the door. The performance runs an hour.
Get a beverage, drink in the poems.

The actors: Helene Yorke, Pearl Sun, and Lucas Hall

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 For more information about Emotive Fruition please visit their website: http://emotivefruition.org/

Monday, April 20, 2015

Poets Wear Prada at the 2015 Rainbow Book Fair in New York


Authors Rosalie Calabrese and Austin Alexis
The 2015 Rainbow Book Fair
Holiday Inn - Midtown, NYC
Sat., April 18, 2015

Our authors Joel Allegretti (THRUM, EUROPA/NIPPON/NEW YORK: Poems/Not-Poems), Michael Montlack (The Slip), Austin Alexis (Lovers and Drag Queens, For Lincoln & Other Poems), Jee Leong Koh (PAYDAY LOANS), Chocolate Waters (The Woman Who Wouldn't Shake Hands, and Geer Austin (Cloverleaf) read at the event's Poetry Salon hosted by Nathaniel Siegel.

Here's a little clip of Geer Austin reading at the event:

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Linda Lerner reviews Most Likely to Die by Hilary Sideris for SPR

#1 Survivor

Most Likely to Die
By Hilary Sideris.
2014; 52 pp; $12.00.
Poets Wear Prada,
533 Bloomfield Street,
Hoboken, N.J. 07030.

Linda Lerner

Re-printed from

Small Press Review

Jan - Feb 2015
Vol. 47 Nos. 1 - 2
Issues 504 -505

Ok, so you know nothing about Keith Richards except that he is a member of the rock band the Rolling Stones, heard his “[Ain’t Got No] Satisfaction” and saw his lined face and skinny boy’s body on TV. Then you come to this collection, and can almost hear the first guitar string vibrate, images so sharp you feel as if you could pick out each note played as you listen to his gravelly voice. 

Divided into four parts, each poem is written in couplets with one line flowing effortlessly into the other taking us from his life in prewar London, to his parents  ... "riding through air raids/ with (him) in the baby seat, puking ... to fame and surviving being 'number one' on 'a most-likely-to-die list.” Music was there from the very beginning, as was Mick, whom he met in primary school and who had every 45 Chuck Berry ever made. His admiration for Berry remains consistent: “It flew/ off the needle the first time / I put his record on./ It made me love the man, / let me put up with him in years/ to come ... the only bastard / I didn’t punch back.” (“Hail Hail”) 

It wasn’t enough for him to love the blues, to learn to play it; he needed to get down to its very soul. “Blues don’t go / straight. There’s something / wrong, mixed up, flicked / back, suspended like a boy / from school, no rules. It’s dark / down here. You feel your way / around ...” (“Learning The Blues”) One of the best definitions of the blues I’ve also come across.

We learn about “the holy house of Chess / the shrine where every song / we loved was cut” to their first song, “The Last Time.” With fame comes acid, seeing “a flock of yellow birds” who gave me / the eye, as if to say, 'try this' and the downers he took, “not for pleasure / but to shift from shitty fame / to busy lull, till I discovered / speedballs: cocaine, & heroin/ to take you up, bring you back/ down.” He could never understand why Scotland Yard bothered to tap their phones, “plant acid / in their cars,” and chase a band / of tripping troubadours.” (“Acid” & “Speedballs”) 

In the last part, he talks about his children: “What can / a father do? Mum’s a junkie, / Dad’s on permanent tour.” There’s the son who died of crib death ... something “We never spoke of ... /  Every lovely one of us should leave / this world, all in the natural order, / dad, mum. But seeing a baby off? / You just go numb.” (“Tara”) 

The collection concludes with comments on both music and fame: “The moment you tune / your guitar to one chord / you have to learn where not / to put your fingers, what to / leave alone ... The same train takes you / from the Delta to Detroit. / the human heartbeat.” (“The Drone”) As for fame, “You don’t negotiate, / you nod your head, stick / to the road you’re on.” Leaving is not an option. It’s a calling. “The great ones ... / Muddy, Robert Johnson ... / sold their solid-duty souls. / Why would the likes / of us not follow them / to the crossroads.”

What Hilary Sideris has accomplished is an amazing feat; she doesn’t so much as write about Keith Richards as inhabit his very being. I listened rather than read these poems, that drove me straight to his music and a “blue acoustic” few hours listening to what is really, quite “Somethin’ Else.”

KIRKUS Reviews CULLING: New & Selected Nature Poems by George Held

Culling: New & Selected Nature Poems
by George Held
Poets Wear Prada, 2014

Reprinted from KIRKUS,   


Held’s (Neighbors: The Yard Critters Too, 2013, etc.) poetry collection praises the natural world and issues a dark warning about climate change.

Beginning with winter, Held takes the reader through the changes of the season and divides his collection accordingly. In poems such as “The Snow” and “Crow(s),” Held speaks simply but precisely of the reliable darkness and quiet of the winter months. In “The Waning Moon,” he voices a late-winter feeling that the season will never end, wondering, “Will life renew in spring?” Like Henry David Thoreau in “Walden,” the author meditates appreciatively on nature. For example, in “April,” Held recalls his springtime chores and rituals that leave him with sore shoulders and splinters, but which he longs for in the late winter. In “Green Again,” he recalls the restorative nature of spring, comparing a tree’s transformation to art—“leaves uncurling along every twig, / like daubs of paint in a Monet.” The ruminations also contain crucial warnings about climate change. For example, the apocalyptically titled “Glacial Warning” begins with sobering statistics about the rapid rate at which Norway’s glaciers are melting. In “Sad Birds,” Held mourns the results of the BP oil spill while darkly satirizing the thought of a BP executive lost in the wreckage. Held also looks beyond the hurricane season, examining the wreckage that such weather leaves behind while considering “the cost / of putting stakes down near the coast.” Throughout, Held includes a few one-off poems that are not as strong or poignant as the others. In one, Held makes light of a tick latching onto a hiker, writing, “her blood will require a regime / of Penicillin to combat her Lyme.” Overall, the work is strong and strikes a fine balance between meditative appreciation and concern, capturing nature’s splendor while noting its impermanence.

A closely observed collection on nature and environmentalism.