• Kyle Harvey
  • Frank Coons
  • Jack Mueller
  • Danny Rosen

New Lithic Press Titles!




By Kevin Carey

Kevin Carey's first chapbook, Eviscerare, goes inside the mind of a father with his children on a camping trip. The book length poem is straightforward, quiet, unassuming. Something happens along the way, a shadow appears, unstated, a weight: a father trying to carry on. The shadow (fear, understanding, resignation, acceptance) remains long after the book is put away. (Publication Date: March 1st, 2017.)




Ghosting America
By John Knoll

Across the desert, into the city of broken glass and streaming jazz, John Knoll rolls us across the country with a melodic voice. his poems sing with hope and excitement and still maintain contact with that deeper ache that connects us all to each other. One hip-hop soulful tune here in Ghosting America. (Publication Date: February 1st, 2017.)




Primate Poems
By Danny Rosen

Primate Poems exemplifies the nature of a very young species coming into awareness of itself. Many of the story-like poems are moments of ‘something going on’ in the midst of ‘normal’ life, walking up the stairs, leaning on the counter, watching the ballgame... Immersed in geological and astronomical thought, these poems ruminate on punctuated equilibrium, the empathy of distance, interactions between dolphin-human-dog-beaver, Japanese tourism, and the possibility that the savior of the trilobites has indeed returned.



Even Now
By Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer & Jill Sabella

Even Now pares Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer's expansive work down to three lines in this collection of poems, each paired with a spare drawing by artist Jill Sabella.The image-poem interaction floats on the page, evoking old ideas, bonfires burning out of control, feelings of long ago, touch hope, and the possibility of Spring. 




Counting In Dog Years
By Frank H. Coons

Counting In Dog Years is the new collection from Frank H. Coons, a small animal veterinarian, who spent his career in close proximity to life and death.Here, the experienced thinker, with science in his bones, flexes his well-formed poetry muscles. The book begins with an homage to his masters.The poems that follow reveal his close study, each with an essence of fundamental importance. 



Click here to view our full catalogue.




Amor Fati

by Jack Mueller

These poems embody Jack Mueller’s lifelong obsession with language. Personal, universal, heartbreaking, and with a coyote running throughout, from childhood and family life, to philosophical musings into deep time, big space, old history, and the origin of words. This book is Jack---continuing the argument and conversation he has carried on with everything and everyone, forever. This book contains new work as well as poems culled from the past thirty years.

"Amor Fati, a thick volume of new and selected poems from Beat affiliate and once San Francisco fixture Jack Mueller, truly lives up to its name (Lithic Press; 177 pages). "Love of fate," as the title translates, appears in these pages in many forms: as contemplative acceptance, surly fatalism, awed joy. One moment pondering the nature of death, the next exuberantly describing a bird, Mueller vacillates between optimism and resignation as he moves between the registers of philosophical abstraction and concrete observation. Distinctly the wok of an older writer, Amor Fati tackles almost exclusively cosmic questions- about mortality, love, and our relationship to language." 
- Maggie Millner, ZYZZYVA


Excerpt from Amor Fati:

What I can’t change-changes me.
A solar flare opens a small room inside me
And burns it up.

Though without ambition, and with
Best intentions, a full moon
Knocks me off track…

A war distempers me
An overheard remark
Makes it impossible to sleep.

The slow combat of classes in peacetime
Edges me out of the restaurant,
An insect invades my diet.

A poem I didn’t ask for
Writes a year off my life,
A virus stops a hot work cold.

Banks charge me for making money
Off my money. A volcano trashes
My favorite sleeping lake.

A woman I have never seen
Seduces me. What I can’t change
Montages me

Thickens my ear, contradicts my eye
Forces me to make
This reply-small fight

Against a brute, unanswerable tide.
Men are not free-my neighbor is poor
And impoverishes me.

Earth, I volunteer my fate to your position.
I am subject to the dictatorship
Of your yellow dwarf,

A slave making a battle song
To forces greater than myself,
For what I cannot change.