New from Kelsey Street Press

Let them sleep for in a matter of hours new events will replace these old ones. The nice breeze blowing in from the sea will grow stronger and send them all scrambling for their things. A lush gray will efface the now blue and pass its hand over them, bringing rain. The city will suddenly appear on the beach, first crowding, then displacing the beach-goers. Its intrusion will be unthinkable.

--Renee Gladman, Newcomer Can't Swim