betweenthehighway


receipt publisher 
food insecurity non-prophet
Cleveland, Ohio - Cuyahoga Valley



betweenthehighway started from behind a gas-station register and developed in contact with food & home insecurity along highway 54 in Carrboro, NC. In 2024, the press and its editor returned to nest in the more agreeable climate of Cleveland, Ohio. 

betweenthehighway publishes three to five receipts every summer as well as free receipts when the occasion demands. 

betweenthehighway publishes excerpts of Cleveland publisher and poet d.a.levy

after production costs, profits go to authors and food insecurity.


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::: S4 ::: receipts
06-17-2024








flux: a spell of acid


by Su Zi





2.25″ x 52″


Edition of 300




What body accepts endlessly? In eight ebbing movements—the number of her birth and name—Su Zi’s spell of acid is a “little wound of ink” in a vast sea where memories, membranes, and insecticides meet.




     i rise up
          rise up to you
                  up into the decline of the day
      when the River of the Americas
                  takes up her blue gray shroud
      i see you hanging
                  voluptuously
      in the smog smear
      a vibrant round inferno,
      a majesty in the vermillion decay.




Poet, Artist, Eco-Feminist, and Equestrian, Su Zi edits and handmakes the bi-annual publication Red Mare. [link]



























TO BE “IN THE MOUNTAINS” IS “A FLOWER OPENING WITHIN THE WORLD”


by emilio Taiveaho Peláez





2.25″ x 91″


Edition of 300




Peláez writes how they climb, with the patience of mountains and glaciers, the swiftness of birds and streams. Originally written during 2023 and printed at their home in Haw River, North Carolina, the long poem introduces itself:




     Dogen sang Sansuikyo
      as if speaking with
      the North Cascades

      the birth of
      place, these words

      poems fruiting
      with humility & gratitude
      for the wild places
      that remain




emilio Taiveaho Peláez is an investigative poet based in the Piedmont region of North Carolina. Their word-work emerges from flesh-eye experiences within the living archives of American landscapes and seeks to grapple with the colonial languaging practices that shape these environments — from sidewalks to national parks to the common places of lyric poetry.


















And there I was, I was just hanging out,
doing nothing. Then death appeared and said something dumb.



by Angel Warwick




2.25″ x 91″


Edition of 300




Welcome to Grief Club. This is death’s party and they know everyone. The Angel of Death is in pursuit, but their bicycle chain is rusted and you’ve already cycled across England.




      The pallbearers of my grief
            have slipped to their knees.
      I wander through the shifting gloom
      between streetlights, until
      I hit the reaching black
           of country roads —
      those corners you can't see around.
      The blazing hell of headlights.
      He's coming, he's coming for me.




Angel Warwick is a poet from the South Coast of England, as well as an avid cyclist and consumer of scotch whisky that tastes like peat bog water. He left school at 12 and learnt to write in online poetry communities. For inquiries and support with the Grief Club, write Angel: adgwarwick@gmail.com





















Taking 500,000 Photographs of a Dogwood Tree


by JL Rosser





2.25″ x 51″


Edition of 300




They say pick a tree to grow old with, yet leaves still gather like withered lives around you, and even that tree—once rooted fast in your memory— now falls into the mire among its rotting children, remaining only to be seen across the frenzied moments of this search for “a life stripped away.”




     The dogwood blooms droop
      like sleeping children over
      the water, and the twigs
      droop like it hurts to carry
      them. The roots of the trunk
      spread out like Papa when
      he walked too drunk. It’s
      branches spindly  and knobby
      as his twiggy arms gorged
      on bursitis. Liver stuck out
      like the front of an 85’
      Silverado. Legs like Marlboro
      100s but this one woman;
      she takes photos at funerals
      to show them to the family,
      so there’s Papa all folded up
      like a paper plane that didn’t
      fly far enough. Polaroids
      ain’t useful. This is no time
      to be useful. This is time
      to sing badly in the woods
      and scare deer.




JL is a queer poet living in Georgia. Currently, most of the poems they write are about Yugioh cards and Youtube videos.











I draw a fake effigy. “Who let us into hell?” It says.


by Sara Lefsyk





2.25″ x 70″


Second edition of 200




With the shrieks of 10,000 Angels, Sara’s poem forces 10,000 insurance companies to fall to their knees in terror at meeting “the daughter of a solitary fish” speaking with the language of “a small but savage town.”




      When they found me scraping
      my ugly little teeth against the
      pavement, my diagnosis was
      dental. When they sent me to
      the actual dentist, my diagnosis
      was an eight-fold path.

      No one could tell me anything
      because my diagnosis was small
      and vegetal.

      When my diagnosis was glass-jar
      heart, the treatments were: wild
      hare, water of rye and water of
      snake.

      My diagnosis was a never-
      ending receipt.




Sorting rocks from beans until she kills all desire, Ethel carries a shovel as if she really knows how to dig a grave. When she is let loose inside the orchard, she is a wide-eyed god, dehydrated and convulsing. Nailed to the ground, laughing with the sun in her eyes, she is dreaming of a videotape about an even more disposable fashion. Fashioning a wound or planning for gestalt, out in the field or trapped in the cloisters, she fingers the firmament and role-plays a joy, then vomits all over the sanctuary carpet.

Sara Lefysk runs Ethel Zine & Micro Press. [link]













OIL



by Al Brilliant






2.25″ x 28″




In deciding what to republish of Al Brilliant’s vast writings, I considered excerpts from his many journals, such as Bus Journal or Bookshop Journal, but I was continually drawn to the slim PAINTBRUSH pamphlet with the even slimmer poem “OIL.” If not only for its applicable formatting for receipt, then for how the poem encompassingly depicts a life through a single substance, oil, and how that life—the life of a publisher—takes on a mythic quality, subsisting on that lubricating, penetrating, birthing, and protecting substance. This republication includes the  biographical essay by Alex Benedict, “A Brilliant Life.” 




     They say that oil and water
            won’t mix
      but when I was born
      they put olive oil scented with balsam
      in the sea water of my mother’s womb
      they put ink there and pads of paper
      a hammer, a ruler
      a type case full of lead




Writer, bookmaker, and late editor of Unicorn Press, Al Brilliant was born in St. Louis, Missouri “a triple Gemini on May 22, 1936 in the midst of a severe American Depression.” In 1965, he and his wife Teo Savory began running Unicorn Press, publishing hundreds of poetry collections as well as translations from French and German. At 73 years old, Brilliant established the Glenwood Community Bookshop in Greensboro, North Carolina where he passed away in May of 2022.

















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::: S3 ::: receipts
08-13-2023

Daniel Flosi’s 




53 in. x 2.25 in. 

edition of 200



          “i don’t know how to sit with the living”
          ...walked as much as written, this long
          poem swells along the page like the voice
          of morning grass in the mouth of a drying
          river that knows loss is gradual and even.



          Daniel J Flosi is the founder of Black
          Stone / White Stone Zine and author
          of the chapbook Cries, the Midnight Sky
          (Bullshit Lit, 2023).



















Pragya Vishnoi’s




174 in. x 2.25 in. 

edition of 200



          Formed across years of feedback
          between the author and editor, this
          collection of poems begins by visiting
          the holy city of Varanasi with a lover
          and concludes by returning to Varanasi
          to cremate a lover.




          Pragya Vishnoi lives in India and her
          work has been published in Rattle
          Magazine and forthcoming in the
          I-70 Review, Canthius and BoomerLitMag.

















Madison Krob’s 




40 in. x 2.25 in.

edition of 200



          "The bunny believes in letting things go."
          This essay jumps between the small
          dreams of sports and art in Midwestern
          small towns and a 200 ft. plush pink
          bunny decaying into the Italien countryside.




          Madison Krob is in the internet-age
          space of storytelling. Her work interacts
          with virtual reality and the weird things
          you find in your grandmother's basement.
          In addition to her website, she can be
          reached visually at @maddykrob
          on Instagram.














Ruth Jeffers’




40 in. x 2.25 in. 

edition of 200



          Three excerpts from "Bodies of Salt"—a
          record of her five months in Palestine as
          a student and volunteer—these brief
          essays are for Emad and Mohammed,
          “who awoke me to the beauty and injustice
          occurring in occupied Palestine. This
          story is for them and every Palestinian
          who showed me endless generosity
          as I witnessed their homeland.”



          Ruth has lived in North Carolina most of
          her life, but she likes to write about the
          times when she didn’t. She currently lives
          in Carrboro and cares for rescued farm
          animals.


Palestinians are humans.










alex benedict’s 




218 in. x 2.25 in. 

edition of 300



          An ode to d.a.levy and Northeast Ohio,
          this poem follows an attempt to return,
          make offerings and listen, visualize
          and take vows, and wander cloud bridges
          or, more often, endless asphalt
          and concrete. Just as levy challenged
          the concrete reality of Cleveland,
          this ode is a struggle to thoroughly
          investigate the reality of the highway
          as a gate of liberation.          



          alex benedict runs betweenthehighway.
          Currently, he lives in the Cuyahoga Valley
          as he writes a full biography of Cleveland
          publisher and poet d.a.levy.




















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06-17-2022

Nick Felaris (CODEX) & puddlethumb’s

112 in. x 2.25 in.

          feedback loop 
         between poems and graffiti



reading across from a police station






























Tommy Noell’s
102 in. x 2.25 in. 

         grandfather and former Death Row
         inmate Tommy Noell’s call to action
         for America’s working class

         as well as poems in conversation


reading a poem for Tommy Noell

Tommy Noell’s Return from Falcon Prison: Death Row along an Invisible Street



















Alexandre Ferrere’s 

46 in. x 2.25 in. 

         pressing leaves into asphalt
         abandon yourself


reading across from a police station























puddlethumb’s

120 in. x 2.25 in.

        skandha scaffolds
        based on
Shiraishi Chieko’s Shikawatari
        and Stephen Ratcliffe’s REAL


reading under an underpass

























Joey Puckett’s

52 in. x 2.25 in.

         Chapter D.4
         learn how to ROTC binge drink
         not far from Chris Farley’s tomb


reading under an underpass































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