Brick Road Poetry Press

poetry made to entertain, amuse, and edify

The mission of Brick Road Poetry Press is to publish and promote poetry that entertains, amuses, edifies, and surprises a wide audience of appreciative readers.  We are not qualified to judge who deserves to be published, so we concentrate on publishing what we enjoy. Our preference is for poetry geared toward dramatizing the human experience in language rich with sensory image and metaphor, recognizing that poetry can be, at one and the same time, both familiar as the perspiration of daily labor and as outrageous as a carnival sideshow.

Chosen by Toni Thomas


Chosen by Toni Thomas


Finalist, Brick Road Poetry Prize

Paperback: 130 pages

Publisher: Brick Road Poetry Press (October 19, 2011)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 0983530416

ISBN-13: 978-0983530411

Product Dimensions: 9 x 6 x 0.3 inches

Shipping Weight: 7 ounces

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"A Note on Toni Thomas' Chosen" by Ilya Kaminsky

These are poems of "that day---" when "the fiction lifted," poems of "ecclesiastical life burning / sweet on the bread sticks," these are narratives and portraits that "buy happiness / with a steel wick / crowbar it to an unyielding clothesline" so that September can come "with its thrifty tongue". And so the lyric opens, and "hemlines' perfect luminaries are bleeding."

And we learn that "/All the world's a crock of shattered Blue Danube,"/ but "anyone can stand up resolute / in a tail wind with enough grace."

I opened this book on the poem "An Arc of Chintz Floats," and I loved it, loved those "sun damaged men" and  "rigging of sails" and "holiness" which "invites the courtyard." You whisper in my ear, the author says,
and "the hem of my dress keeps lengthening"

Many poems to admire here -- I recommend "History Lesson," "The Perilous Undertakings of the Everyday World," "I Call Midnight," among others -- these poems are Toni Thomas' prayers, her psalms. /The reality exists in memory alone/, Proust tells us, and this book of /Chosen/ moments, chosen from many other moments of our time, stands up for that notion.