Brick Road Poetry Press

poetry made to entertain, amuse, and edify

The mission of Brick Road Poetry Press is to publish and promote poetry that entertains, amuses, edifies, and surprises a wide audience of appreciative readers.  We are not qualified to judge who deserves to be published, so we concentrate on publishing what we enjoy. Our preference is for poetry geared toward dramatizing the human experience in language rich with sensory image and metaphor, recognizing that poetry can be, at one and the same time, both familiar as the perspiration of daily labor and as outrageous as a carnival sideshow.

Damnatio Memoriae by Michael Meyerhofer

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Damnatio Memoriae by Michael Meyerhofer

15.95

Paperback: 130 pages

Publisher: Brick Road Poetry Press (June 14, 2011)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 0984100555

ISBN-13: 978-0984100552

Product Dimensions: 9 x 6 x 0.3 inches

Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces

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Michael Meyerhofer is the master of the twist, the patron saint of lines embodying equal parts comedy and poignancy. We’re lightning-struck, and it is the best kind of blessing.

Mary Biddinger, author of Saint Monica

“What could be more encouraging about the poetry scene than the fact that Michael Meyerhofer keeps on winning prizes? His artistry, breadth and humor have become our necessities.”

—Djelloul Marbrook, author of Far From Algiers

“How can you not love a collection that contains poems like ‘The World’s Oldest Dildo,’ ‘Zen for Dummies’ (in which one coed explains to another, ‘that life is meaningless / but, you know, in a good way,’) ‘Miracle Mike,’ a rooster who lived two years without his head, and ‘Turritopsis Nutricola,’ an immortal jellyfish? Meyerhofer’s free-range imagination and romping intellect praise these and other wonders, ‘all that expires under Time’s watch,’ with an open heart, concluding that ‘This is the debt we owe// for what does not but should leave us/  breathless, present, speaking in tongues.’”

—Barbara Louise Ungar, author of Charlotte Brontë, You Ruined My Life