Over Yonder

Over Yonder is now available at Lulu.com. You will find both this title and Juniperus Flamenco right here.

This paperback is an anthology of poetry and prose written by American and Swedish writers. We editors can promise you an exciting, great read!

It contains poems and prose from Tobi Cogswell, Kevin Ridgeway, Cameron Scott, Megan Duffy, Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, Ariane Lewis, Raymond Farr, Philip Byron Oakes, John Swain, Elvis Alves, Christopher Woods, Akeith Walters, Neil Ellman, John Yamrus, Chris Fradkin, Matt Galletta, Jesse S. Mitchell, Daniel Harnsberger, Jennifer Lemming, William Males, Jonas Bengt Svensson, Tomas Klas Ekström, Stina Nilsson, Andreas Andersson, Freke Räihä, Leif Holmstrand, Kristian Carlsson, Håkan Eklund, Mattias Renberg, KG Johansson, Augustin Erba, Ande Enochsson, Jenny Enochsson and cover art by Eleanor Leonne Bennett.

Cheers,

Jenny

Juniperus Flamenco

Juniperus Flamenco has just gone live!

This is a collection of poems in English written by me and the hubby Ande. You will find it right here. Check it out! 

Over Yonder, the anthology of American and Swedish writers, will be out pretty soon too.

Cheers,

Jenny

Upcoming Rufous Press Books

As some of you know I have an online lit mag with the hubby Ande called Rufous Salon. There are two books coming out shortly via our new Rufous Press:

Over Yonder – an anthology of poetry and prose by American and Swedish writers (in English). Approximate release date: late February 2012.

Juniperus Flamenco – a collection of poetry written by me and Ande (in English). Approximate release date: early March 2012.

Tidningen Kulturen

My short story "Rödvinsfläckar" (written in Swedish) appears in the online mag Tidningen Kulturen.

Hilly River Bank

After a while Svante reached the woodland pub’s hilly river bank. Ivy covered the stone building’s façade and brushed against the edges of the amber-coloured panes of glass. Two ashes with bent trunks stood on the hillside. When he had got as far as the front door a big bird fluttered past him; he understood immediately that it was the half blind heron, which was just as comfortable in the yard as the pub owners were upstairs. The heron was spending most of its time by the water. The staff usually carried out tin pails with freshly squeezed or fermented berry juices, which the bird drank with its fire-coloured bill. It was very fond of the drinks and usually made a fuss when it thought that the service was late. Sometimes the half blind heron dragged itself down to the reeds to gorge itself with amphibians and small fishes.
     The woodland pub’s interior was simple, but not without scrolls. Subdued light and a smell of sulphur. The stage with its heavy curtains was found at the farthest end of the hall. Svante went up to the bar counter and ordered a glass of apple cider from the red-nosed bartender. Then he sat down by an empty table and took a swig at the dry cider that left a slight flavour of tar in his palate. Thunderbolts of pleasure spread through his body. He picked away a dried up crumb from the poorly washed glass. A breath of garlic and lemon swept past Svante’s nose when a waitress came carrying a soup tureen and he almost regretted that he had already eaten dinner. Now he was only going to have a few glasses, clean his instrument and then set out for home.

© 2011 Jenny Enochsson

Kullig åstrand

Efter en stund nådde Svante skogskrogens kulliga åstrand. Murgröna täckte stenbyggnadens fasad och snuddade vid kanterna av de bärnstensfärgade glasrutorna. Två askar med krökta stammar stod i sluttningen. Just som han var framme vid porten flaxade en stor fågel förbi honom; han förstod genast att det var den halvblinda hägern, vilken var lika hemmastadd på gården som krogägarna en trappa upp. Hägern höll för det mesta till invid vattnet. Personalen brukade bära ut bleckämbar med färskpressade eller jästa bärjuicer som fågeln drack med sin eldfärgade näbb. Den var mycket förtjust i dryckerna och brukade väsnas då den tyckte att serveringen dröjde. Ibland masade den halvblinda hägern sig ned till vassen och proppade i sig amfibier och småfisk.
     Skogskrogens inredning var enkel men inte utan snirklar. Dämpad belysning och en lukt av svavel. Scenen med sina tunga ridåer fanns innerst inne i salen. Svante gick fram till bardisken och beställde ett glas äppelcider av den rödnäste bartendern. Sedan satte han sig vid ett ledigt bord och tog några klunkar av den torra cidern som lämnade en bismak av tjära i gommen. Åskviggar av välbehag spred sig genom kroppen. Han petade bort en intorkad brödsmula från det dåligt diskade glaset. En pust av vitlök och citron svepte förbi Svantes näsa när en servitris kom bärande på en soppskål och han ångrade nästan att han redan hade ätit middag. Nu tänkte han bara ta ett par glas, rengöra instrumentet och därefter bege sig hemåt.

© 2011 Jenny Enochsson