Jeff Weddle

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"In How It Went to Pieces, Jeff Weddle, author of 13 previous books, casts his succinct, side wise glance at old age, love, children, dogs and cats cannibals and death. Weddle, both pragmatist and optimist, moves his poems easily from poverty to abundance with wry sketches, and intimate vignettes. The dreamy quality of living weaves through these poems which never forget life's inevitable end. In the suite of short poems that close the book, Weddle considers his own "Requium." When I die bury me in a lost motel..../After all, I was just a dream. How It Went to Pieces is a dream, you want to have." -Wendy Taylor Carlisle, the author of four books and five chapbooks and the 2020 winner of the Phillip H. McMath Post-Publication Award for her fourth book, The Mercy of Traffic." Weddle's poems are immediately and refreshingly engaging, possessing a clear and honest music that pulls you along. Many of the pieces here have a sense of hard-won peace about them, others share a longing for people and an America that no longer exist. The mood is occasionally mournful but never too far away from the possibility of joy. This is a poetry of these times, exploring and celebrating our humanity in a manner much needed. "-William Taylor, Jr., Pretty Things to Say (Six Ft. Swells Press, 2020)"Reading, How It Went To Pieces, is like finding a stranger's old photo album. There are images you vaguely recognize and relate to but make you feel what might have been. Poems that take you to the wrong town where you find "broken roads leading to nowhere, beer drunk days, beautiful lies, a quarter moon flirting, stray moments that might have meant love" and only the ghosts of moments gone by. Jeff Weddle's poet-ry creates clear and unfiltered scenes that make you believe you were there. Which is what good poetry does."-Todd Cirillo, author of Kisses From a Straight Razor"Jeff Weddle is a brilliant poet unmatched in elegance of craft and soul-steeped insight. His intelligent, sharply observant verses move with graceful eloquence across the pages of this book. Weddle's poems build intricate bridges between mundane and more illuminated planes of consciousness, and travel unflinchingly through the darker corners, as well. They wander through warm memories held close, brave the cruel gray of loss and heartbreak, and cozy up for coffee and conversation with ghosts, cats, and cherished loved ones encountered through time. Together they sing elegies for the ailing human spirit and emerge with pebbles of hope, sometimes entire mountains: "Somewhere there is a spark and somehow you keep it burning." - from "Sometimes It Hurts." How It Went To Pieces challenges perception, calls out many of today's bitter injustices, triumphs in the strength of the human heart, and tends to psychic wounds too familiar to us all. It celebrates and soothes the timeless, uncompromising soul, ever following pathways made of stars-"Coins on eyes don't fool anyone. I'm wide awake inside the inside."- from "A Dream Within a Dream." This collection is a rare treasure, entirely real." -Tanya Rakh, poet and author at Posthuman Poetry & Prose

Winner of the 2007 Welty Prize 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. Heralded by the Village Voice and the New York Times as one of the best of its day, the Outsider, the press's literary review, featured, among others, Charles Bukowski, Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Robert Creeley, Denise Levertov, and Walter Lowenfels. Loujon published books by Henry Miller and two early poetry collections by Bukowski. Bohemian New Orleans traces the development of this courageous imprint and examines its place within the small press revolution of the 1960s. Drawing on correspondence from many who were published in the Outsider, back issues of the Outsider, contemporary reviews, promotional materials, and interviews, Jeff Weddle shows how the press's mandarin insistence on production quality and its eclectic editorial taste made its work nonpareil among peers in the underground. Throughout, Bohemian New Orleans reveals the messy, complex, and vagabond spirit of a lost literary age.

Jeff Weddle - author of Dead Man's Hand and Good Party - returns with a new collection of poetry packed with his keen observations and trademark humor. The reader is always struck with a sense of wonder at Weddle's, and our, slightly off-kilter ordinary world. This is poetry for today.

When death became the flower of his dreaming faded to blunt silenceWhen the words he had written were all that remainedWhen death came to his bull heart no one knew him and still some wept Award winning (2007 Eudora Welty Prize) poet, Jeff Weddle, returns with a new collection of work aimed at the confusing disarray plaguing our minds.

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