Review of Mata Hari

EyeoftheDayMataHari-1080x675Congratulations to our prose editor Charles Rammelkamp for an exciting new review in the Green Hill Literary Lantern! The reviewer praises Rammelkamp’s book Mata Hari: Eye of Day as “a narrative that reifies the centrality of the Mata Hari tale, while also modernizing it to appreciate how timeless a warning it really is of the double standard applied to this “double agent,” which still seems difficult to shake in 2016.” Click here  and scroll down to see the full review or here to order Mata Hari online.

Fairness for all lifers, not just juveniles

Please enjoy a letter to the editor of the Baltimore Sun by BrickHouse Books author and prison rights activist Walter Lomax. The letter was published in the Sun on 7/4/2016 and is excerpted below. Click here to read the full article. 

“Maryland traditionally had a parole expectation built into its prison system as a mechanism to control behaviors. People serving parole-eligible life sentences were paroled after serving 20 to 25 years. These programs were discontinued in 1993 following a tragic domestic murder-suicide by a participant, and state corrections officials moved all 134 lifers from pre-release to medium-security prisons. In 1995, then-Gov. Parris Glendening announced that no one serving a life sentence in Maryland would be paroled.

Without incentives for a change in behavior, the system fails. […] By relieving the governor of [the responsibility to grant parole], it would remove the appearance of politicization in decision making. This can be done by striking the sections requiring the governor’s signature. This is why legislators should seriously consider approving those changes. They will restore faith in the system, giving those incarcerated incentive to change and remove politics that unnecessarily waste taxpayers dollars that could be used other places. While we recognize that those who were juveniles are deserving of a second chance, we also recognize that all persons should be treated fairly in the criminal justice system.”

–Walter Lomax, Executive director of the Maryland Restorative Justice Initiative.

Reflections on Orlando


The Pulse club shooting in Orlando recently served as a stark reminder that, while gay marriage is now legal, the fight for LGBTQA safety  is not yet over. BHB author Kathi Wolfe reminds us in her article “Orlando bursts our bubble of complacency,” published by the Washington Blade, that “love must carry the day” as the modern gay rights movement continues to pursue equality. See her full article here.

Summer Events

Summer is the season for festivals and we have some great events coming up! Please see below for a quick summary or check our Events calendar for a more extensive list.


Painting by Zsudayka Nzinga. For more, see her online gallery at

July 8 (6-9pm) – Zed’s Cafe July Open Mic – Featuring two husband and wife duos, poets Teri Cross Davis and Hayes Davis and artists Zsudayka Nzinga and James Terrell. Enjoy readings by the poets and live painting by the artists in this cozy Silver Spring cafe. Don’t forget to bring your own work to share after the reading! For more information, see the event’s Facebook page or the Zed’s Cafe website.

July 23 (1:30-3:30 pm) – A Poetry Extravaganza – Poems will be read by a diverse spectrum of poets at George Washington University’s Estelle & Melvin Gelman Library. There will also be a music demonstration “On Synchronization Of Poetry Imagery”by Wing-chi Chan. The event will be followed by a reception. For more information, see our Events Calendar.

August 4 (7-9pm) – Cracks in the Road – An open mic for people of color & allies responding to recent acts by law enforcement. Read your own work or the work of others, sing, or support by listening. Sign up begins at 6:30 pm. Co-hosted by Regie Cabico, Doritt Carroll, and Teri Cross Davis.

August 5 (6-9pm) – Zed’s August Open Mic – This month’s open mic will feature Kathi Wolfe as the opening reader and former featured reader Cort (CL) Bledsoe as an MC. Bring some of your own work to read after the features or just stop by and listen.

Disabilities, Poetry, and Kathi Wolfe

Kathi Wolfe is well known for her series of poetry, entitled “The Uppity Blind Girl Poems.” In this latest article describing the beauty and complexity of poetry based upon writers with disabilities, Wolfe joins a plethora of other gifted writers who chose to depict the life of those who face unique challenges on a daily basis.

To read the full article, check out the link below!




The Latest and Greatest from an ‘Uppity Girl’

“The Uppity Blind Girl Poems ” author Kathi Wolfe has released three new poems, each highlighting the difficulties of finding oneself in a confusing world.   “Flying,” “Blind Spot,” and “Uppity Writes on Tinseltown’s Facebook Wall” can be found in their entirety on the Stonewall page. You won’t want to miss this little taste of pure emotion and power!

From Humble Beginnings…

Sometimes the best stories are the ones that have yet to be written, the ones that are our own.  In order to truly know someone, you have to be familiar with their story.

At Brickhouse Books, each of our employees has a unique background that ultimately led them to where they are today. All answer one fundamental question: How did I get here?  Here are just a few of our stories, plus some from other fantastic writers! What is yours?


Emily – Editor


It’s a Start

In January I read the cover piece in New York Magazine chronicling seed moments of great careers. Beginnings: The Breakthrough Moment. The first joke that Seth Rogan thought was funny. Kevin Smith’s convenience store job that led to the movie Clerks. George Clooney, Martha Stewart, Shaun White, Yo-Yo Ma—you get the idea. It was a brilliant piece, because it sawed down the pedestal. It was more proof that everyone starts somewhere and often that start feels like nothing out of the ordinary.

My writing has flared up again lately. Yes, it sounds like a disease. It can feel like one. For the first time, I am taking it seriously. Often the sheer volume of the garbage ideas disgusts me. I start a new document, type type type. Another new document, a few more words. Repeat until I have to rush off to work. I do not have writer’s block. I have completion block.

Meet Alan, my coworker. He has terrible British teeth, a voice too quiet for customer service, a gentle kindness, and he is embarrassingly late. He found out that I write, so he asks me what I’m working on. At first it was really nice. I probably shared that day’s story. The next day it happened again. And then again. And then again. My answers became more and more vague, then snappy. All of a sudden sharing my art felt like a burden, a contract. I have started to avoid sweet, sweet Alan, who is nothing but a fan, yet elicits expletives in my head every time he asks me what I’ve been writing about. If you give a mouse a cookie, he is going to hold you accountable for it.

His curiosity is appreciated, when I have finished something I am proud of. But I feel desperate when I’m not writing or when my work is mediocre. I’d rather lie and say the words do not exist. Have you ever seen a mediocre band live? Improv or stand-up comedy that isn’t funny? There is nothing more painful to watch. Doubt taps my shoulder. What if I never have a good idea again? I know this is a self-inflicted cycle. Alan can’t make me feel anything, but he does encourage me to reach deep inside myself and affirm my most terrible fears: that my life will be a tiny, quiet, insignificant failure and then I will die. And you know what? It might be true. The End is not warranted for just any human life. Consistent art making is hard to do. I see you, art school attendees, contracted novelists, creative business types.

It’s ridiculous and greedy to say that my whole life will have been a failure if I never make a masterpiece. I am the luckiest girl in the world, with a family that supports and loves me. I made friends—another version of a family—that love me. I fell in love, I traveled, I had dirt and tar under my fingernails, I made mistakes, I swam in the ocean day and night, I heard live music and I even got on stage. I have helped others. I’ve actually had a lot of interesting experiences, but in my head, the place where it all happened, they all sound sadly ordinary.

I’ve been devouring nonfiction, for the same reason I loved reading Beginnings. Because I am just a person who is serious about getting my art out there like these formerly normal people were. I want my ordinary to become a sensation. Nora Ephron says it well in an essay The Story of My Life in 3500 Words or Less, “I can’t get over this aspect of journalism. I can’t believe how real life never lets you down. I can’t understand why anyone would write fiction when what actually happens is so amazing…On the other hand, perhaps you can make this stuff up. So I write a novel.” A good story is one that tells the truth. Even if none of it really happened.

I work as a cashier at a grocery store. I would, in fact, wish this job on my worst enemy. To survive, I stare off into fluorescent space, dreaming, writing, with many interruptions. The other day I was watching another cashier. A typical week’s worth of shopping consists of boxes—fresh or frozen, meat or canned protein, some things that are green or red or purple or orange and require four numbers to ring up, cold heavy liquid so sturdily packaged that it requires two paper bags to avoid parking lot disasters, paper towels, and treats. What caught my eye on this order were leggy stems leading to a protective collar of plastic for bursts of delicate purple. The bouquet rings up as “Lavender Passion” for $8.99. All the food stuff, the stuff that keeps us alive, was manhandled into a bag, a real life version of Tetris. But don’t even think about bagging those flowers. Those flowers are beautiful, and beauty must be handed back to the customer with care. That beauty will sustain our customer each day from a vase on their kitchen table as they return home with another day’s wages. Even if they have a job they would wish upon their best friends.

Playing with words is one in a series of career changes for me. How did I get here? When left to my own devices I chose to read. When I tired of that I chose to walk. When I returned my head was full of beauty and I had to preserve it. My mason jar is a piece of paper, my peaches only petty schemes. The most brilliant works are often simple, and one day I hope to master that simplicity. I won’t let you know how it goes—too much pressure. However, a little of the right sort of encouragement will be accepted. Here’s to hoping for a breakthrough for you and me: the idea that gets both of us to the top of our hypothetical mountains.

Until then I’ll be I’ll be editing here at BrickHouse, helping other writers make their dreams come true. It feels like my biggest breakthrough yet.


Monica – IOS Online Editor

On My Way

As long as I can remember, I have been in love with reading. From carrying three books with me just so I wouldn’t get caught without a story, books have been an integral part of my life.

My passion soon turned into a dream for a future career, initially as a high school librarian, but has now shifted into a focus on book publishing.  Due to the kindness of Harper Collins and my fellow book blogger John Jacobson, I expanded my horizons to starting a website of my own: Monica the Novelista.

Working on a book reviewing website has taught me so much about social media and the world of literature, not to mention opening  doors to opportunities I never before believed would be possible.  Not only have I been inspired to start a charity that provides gently used books to hospital patients, it also led me to Brickhouse Books.

While my dreams of working on book press tours are relatively far away, nothing is more exciting than getting a little taste of a world I can’t wait to fully become submerged in.  Books have always been my lifeline, stories and characters my escape from the mundane.

I believe that no matter who you are, there is a book out there that can reach you on a deeper level.  My dream is to help get you there.


Adrian Koesters- Author of Many Parishes

I was born in Bon Secours Hospital in Southwest Baltimore, and most of my childhood was spent back and forth living either with my grandmother in her house on South Stricker, just off Lemmon in the Union Square neighborhood, or with other relatives. At sixteen I moved to Washington State, and then at 19 to Nebraska where I have lived most of my adult life. Nebraska is now my home, but “Home” is Union Square, also the title of my first novel (not yet published). I also lived in the Govens area and on Roland Avenue.

My first book of poems, which I was delighted to have published in 2013 by BrickHouseBooks, details the Many Parishes of my childhood and adult life, and features a number of Baltimore locations and experiences, with a section of persona poems called “The Nuns Who Never Existed.” My second book, also under consideration at BrickHouse, is titled Three Days with the Long Moon. Both volumes are often poems of place, and how place has shaped my perhaps more than unusually odd and mixed perspective as a poet. In that sense, I feel I am still a true daughter of Baltimore, where everything always looks the same, and nothing seems the same way twice.

Smell of Salt, Ghost of Rain: A Review by Le Hinton

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Memory is one of the most uniquely human attributes. We learn and improve our lives, enrich and deepen our current experiences through remembering the past. Much, if not most of the poetry that we write and read, quote and re-quote is rooted in the using of the past to illuminate our present. Some poets do this much better than others.

One of those poets is P. Ivan Young, and in his recent collection, Smell of Salt, Ghost of Rain from BrickHouse Books, we witness a wondrous poet going about his poetry work with such craft and emotion we linger and return to his poems time and again.

Young’s talents are on display in the very first poem, “Contortion,” a poem that begins innocently with the lines

The apartment doors
open like boxes
and we unfold.

and proceeds to unfurl the bodies of the stories behind the doors in the speaker’s apartment complex. It is those stories that twist us, tangle our lives, and somehow we are able to contort our days into some semblance of a life.

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