Monday, May 6, 2019


Marsh Hawk Press Congratulates Mary Mackey On Winning Eric Hoffer Award
Which Also Honors Marsh Hawk Press

The Eric Hoffer Awards Committee has just announced that Mary Mackey’s collection of poetry The Jaguars That Prowl Our DreamsNew and Selected Poems 1974 to 2018 (Marsh Hawk Press)  has won the 2019 Eric Hoffer Award for the Best Book Published by a Small Press. 

The Hoffer Award, which also honors Marsh Hawk Press, highlights salient writing, as well as the independent spirit of small publishers. Since its inception, the Hoffer has become one of the most important international book awards for small, academic, and independent presses and a platform for and the champion of the independent voice. 

Information for the Eric Hoffer Award HERE.

Thursday, May 2, 2019


Sandy McIntosh is the May poet for Marsh Hawk's "Chapter One" project. Here's an excerpt:
"To my great good fortune, after graduation, I found myself at Southampton College, in Eastern Long Island. Like every college, Southampton depended on local adjunct professors to supplement the small, costlier full-time staff. But, unlike most colleges, Southampton was able to hire the local artists and writers, who—the Hamptons being the Hamptons—were often the best in the world. For instance, Willem de Kooning taught elementary painting. Ilya Bolotowky, the neo-plasticist painter, with his huge mustache and thick Russian accent, taught my Freshman English class. The Bollingen-prize poet David Ignatow taught creative writing, as did the poet, playwright and translator, H. R. Hays. 

"Why did a group of distinguished artists and writers congregate at a new, undistinguished college? “You see,” de Kooning told me after we’d become acquainted. “In the wintertime, they’re here all alone. They work in their studios all day and then want to get together at night, usually at Bobby Van’s, or some other bar. Then they get into a fight—Jim Jones likes to throw punches—or get drunk and the police take them to jail. It’s either that or they meet at the college and have a good time without getting into too much trouble.”
You can read Sandy's essay HERE.


You can access the whole line-up to date HERE, which features

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Monday, April 22, 2019


Jon Curley and Easter celebrates Paul Pines--you can see it all at Jon Curley's Blog, but here's an excerpt:
Easter is or should be an occasion for revelation and ritual, prayer and reflection, pageantry and passion. My ideal demographic for celebrating its conceit would be the deeply observant, the remote bystander, the variously non-Christian, even the antagonistic, indifferent, or downright non-religious. Everyone! The process promised by its occasion is toward mind-movement, the imagination instilling the art/knot/anchor of enterprising otherness, thinking deeply and differently; deeply differently. Such attitude inclines to poetry's precincts and, on this day, my fellow poet and co-spirit-er Paul Pines comes to mind, heart, art.

Thursday, April 18, 2019


Congratulations to Sandy McIntosh for his latest review. You can see entire review at The East Hampton Star, but here's an excerpt:

With “Lesser Lights,” Sandy McIntosh continues his “Hamptons Apprenticeship” memoirs. Here we meet pugilistic novelists, an oversexed sculptor, and an impecunious painter, among others. Mr. McIntosh has crafted a collection of vignettes and a few longer pieces that focus our attention on a Hamptons barely recognizable today. With this collection’s longest piece, “Robert, in Twelve Episodes,” he also appears to challenge the notion of what constitutes the meaning of “memoir” today. 
Most of “Lesser Lights” concerns itself with life on Long Island’s East End, including Southampton College, where Mr. McIntosh studied in the early 1970s. The vignettes — most of them brief but entertaining — evoke a time when artists and writers constituted a more visible part of the Hamptons’ year-round community, when it wasn’t unusual to see Willem de Kooning wavering down narrow roads on his bike in Springs or Jean Stafford in her housecoat and slippers at the end of her driveway checking her mail.