Check this review of Neurotica!
March 25, 2009 by Francois · Leave a Comment
Really cool review of Elva Maxine Beach’s Neurotica by Christian Prozak from the Exquisite Corpse.
You can read it here: Exquisite Corpse review of Elva Maxine Beach’s Neurotica.
Beer Songs For The Lonely
December 25, 2008 by Francois · Leave a Comment
“Obviously a book meant to read while you’re drinking beer, but Needles’ poetry is redolent of Paris, red wine and camembert bien fait. For me it conjures long conversations in Parisian apartments, over plates of roasted turkey legs, garlic and sweet potato soup…Endless rows of empty wine bottles and endless plans to buy more over steak and eggs in the raw mornings..If you love the real Paris, what’s left of it, not the prepaid touristic packages of the Latin Quarter, but the much lesser known arrondissements to the east, north and south, take a walk with Needles. You won’t be disappointed…”
R.T. Mitchell, author of ‘Tattoing Violet’.
“Applause, applause to new poet on the scene, F.K. Needles for taking poetry off of its pristine pedestal and bringing us all back to earth. Beer Songs for the Lonely is a visceral, sometimes shocking, collection of poems written about everyday moments, moments we don’t usually think of in terms of poetry
Neurotica
December 19, 2008 by Francois · Leave a Comment
The psychosexual dramas that have become Beach s oeuvre are the subject of her first book-length publication, Neurotica. This short story cycle is a provocative collection of explicit stories chronicling the narrators intimate journey from sensual awakening to spiritual transcendence. I wanted to capture the reality of my own spiritual travels through a fictionalized accounting of the sexcapades I have both lived and imagined.
Elva Maxine Beach - Author
Here’s a taste of Maxine’s book:
A Quote From the Story ‘Can I Get a Hallelujah?’
A strange sensation surged throughout my body. My impulse to pee vanished. My awareness that I was sitting between Mom and Pop in the middle of Sunday evening service vanished. I heard nothing, felt nothing, knew nothing except for this one moment. My entire body convulsed. And then, I was back, I was shivering, awake, aware. Confused. Satisfied. Happy. Anointed.





