Fjords vol.2

This will be our Season Lead titlePrint Runs: 5,000Galleys: Open to doing galleys for this titleAdvertising: We will be running ads on LitHub and targeted social media paid campaignsOnline/social media campaign: We will be promoting to a number of sites and blogs such as 3:AM, [PANK], Electric Literature, Entropy, The Collagist , Poets & Writers, Ploughshares, Lit Hub, The Rumpus, Guernica , The Millions, BOMB, Gulf Coast, Asymptote , Pleiades, The Boston Review, Poetry Foundation, American Academy of Poets, Paris ReviewAdditional Trade targeted: Trade publications Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, Booklist, Kirkus, Shelf AwarenessAdditional General Media Targeted: NYT, LARB, Bookforum, Boston Globe , Washington Post , NPR Books, New RepublicGeneral tour info: TBD based on pandemic, but typically Zach tours heavilyAuthor online promotion through personal channels: zacharyschomburg.net, Twitter, and InstagramBookseller/Library promotions: We would consider IndieBound promotions/mailings, Regional bookseller catalog ads, bookseller contests or giveaways, attendance at library shows and other key conferences, Baker & Taylor arc program, B&N Discover Program, etc. Zavh’s first book wasn an NYPL pick for best of 2007 so we would like to partner with you to target the library audience.CCSS-aligned and/or leveled: We have not done this for any books but might be worth doing for Zach because he gets taught at the high school level a lot

“The thing about killing is, like everything else, it feels as bright as love for just a flash.” The second volume in Zachary Schomburg’s Fjords series of evocative prose poetry, this is a collection that engages with dreams and a complicated and ever-evolving relationship with death. These poems bring together vivid and unexpected imagery—“a tiny light-pink fruit fly, the hot breath of a bear”—while pulling you deep into the mind of Schomburg, where thoughts like “finding a pair of scissors on the moon, or when I die, noticing my death notice me” are just part of the life that inhabits the inlets of the imagination.