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Drunken Boat seeks work for a special section: Librotraficante and the New Latino Renaissance.

In solidarity with the Librotraficante movement, sparked by Arizona’s HB2281 and the Tucson Unified School District’s resulting ban of Mexican American Studies, Drunken Boat seeks work by creators of fiction, nonfiction, poetry, spoken word, and experimental/mixed media that honors our country’s Latino heritage. The portfolio embraces quantum demographics, which, in the words of Librotraficante founder Tony Diaz, “pinpoint and celebrate the bridges that already exist between us.” Submissions will be considered through this lens of cultural intersection as it pertains to the New Latino Renaissance. Submit

Drunken Boat seeks poems that engage with debt: the friction between desire and limits, the intersection of ownership and obligation.

Poems need not be limited to the political. Special attention will be given to work that considers form when exploring this theme. Limit three poems. Submit

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The final collection by award-winning poet Reetika Vazirani, published by Drunken Boat.

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Author Dianne Simmons will be performing her story “In The Garden,” which originally appeared in DB#13, in NYC this coming week.

Where? Cornelia Street Cafe, NYC
When? August 21, 2011 @ 6pm
Cover? $7, includes a drink and more readings

In The Garden
(from Drunken Boat #13)

I’m out whacking blackberry bushes with the machete when Lulu and Guy come driving up with a jar of Red Zinger and a bottle of gin. Palmer is in his shop sawing away on something so Lulu goes and pounds on his window. He must have looked up because she starts a little war dance, waving the bottle of gin over her head. Lulu is a big goofy redhead in cat-eye glasses and you never know what she’ll do next. She acts all flirty toward Palmer but I don’t think it’s personal. I think that’s just how she is.

Guy comes over to me and asks how it’s going down in the garden. He gave up on his own garden, so now he always makes a point of sympathizing with me about mine. I complain to him that with all the rain—it seems like it’s been raining more than usual—the blackberry vines grow over the path in just one day. By the second day they’ve linked up so you can’t get through. You’ve got to be out there constantly whacking.

Of course we talk about the slugs because that’s the main thing that drives everybody crazy around here. They overrun your garden every night, and in the morning you find dozens of them, sprawled out on the lettuce leaves like they’ve been on a drunk.

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