Ugly Duckling Presse


Michael Ford

Poetry | $12 $10
Buy"A ride in a toy train across real rails."
"Consider these words carefully dear reader. There is a new & ancient sound slipping out of the ethers, and onto the radar of American Poesy! And quite frankly, not only is poet Michael Ford one of its very best practitioners, but his collection Carbon is easily one of the great standard measures of this moment. Inside this book you'll find the seminal & glowing extract of those ethers, synergies of thereness that have no cause or precedent, and, even more importantly, a precise transcription of the silent tick & boom of the mighty alchemies of life. Yes, these poems are big news! Think of these writs as a prelude to the strange music which will be heard by the future astronomers of dusty earth!" —Dave BrinksExcerpt ˇ


The Ghost of Ida Warren

The morning brought embers
and coats thrown
on a bed, coins at a wall. And my heart
filled with red, red honey

and the sound
of water, a whole river
exchanged for paper and torn
so that the fish that swim the bottom
could be scooped into a pail. The sound
of trains sinking in an enclosed
space. The blind roar
of an apple tree in flames.

It is easy to say, “This field
follows the river for miles through the darkness.”

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About the Author

Michael Ford lives in New Orleans. He is the author of Carbon (UDP 2006) and Olympia Street (Trembling Pillow 2007) and the chapbooks Where We Expect to See You Soon (UDP 2011) and Swing One Hand (UDP 2003). His poems have appeared in the North Carolina Review of Books, 6x6, and Yawp: A Journal of Poetry and Art.

Advance Praise

Carbon is a worthy read, at once familiar and alien, traditional and iconoclastic—a ride in a toy train across real rails.—Boog City