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Hello, Stephen
February 2014

All Seats Fifty Cents

Stephen Roger Powers

ISBN: 978-1-912561-50-6

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Publication Date: Thursday, March 28, 2019

Cover Artwork: “A Passionate Wedding” by Julie Jones Ivey -

About this Book

All Seats Fifty Cents is a tribute to nostalgia that projects reverence for Universal Monsters, Battlestar Galactica, The Incredible Hulk, The Golden Girls, Pee-wee Herman, and, of course, Dolly Parton. In work that The Boston Globe calls funny and celebratory, Stephen Roger Powers, a child of the 1980s whose life was informed by movies and television, also imagines the home lives of the castaways on Gilligan’s Island. The lyric and narrative poems in this third collection erupt with the kind of adventures, both real and imagined, that any boy coming of age in that decade longed for, and serve as paeans to wanderlust in the way they flicker and shake around the world to land in unexpected places like Ireland, Highclere Castle, Pigeon Forge, the Rocky Mountains, and Jekyll Island.

Stephen Roger Powers’ love of movies, TV shows, literature, and all things Dolly Parton shines in All Seats Fifty Cents, a whimsical, original poetry collection that is both a heartfelt homage to his grandparents and an unflinching look at an unraveling relationship. All Seats Fifty Cents reads like a delightful sequence of stories, with Powers’ rich and high-spirited imagination surprising the reader at every turn.
Hélčne Cardona
author of Dreaming My Animal Selves and Life in Suspension

All Seats Fifty Cents is filled with poems that are clear, insightful, and fun.  Whether talking about geography, family, pop culture (The Hulk and Dolly Parton make several  appearances), or, that oldest of subjects, love, Stephen Roger Powers is always as entertaining as a good dancer marveling at his own grace. He writes like no one else in poems which make their own melody and quickly have the reader humming along.
Mike James
author of Crows in the Jukebox and First-Hand Accounts from Made-Up Places

This collection by Stephen Roger Powers has the precision of poetry and the clear and developed setting that one usually finds in a novel. He deftly uses old cultural touchstones like the Sears catalog and Lou Ferrigno (as well as more recent fare, like Downton Abbey) to show us that what some might regard as disposable culture actually has tremendous power to shape our worldview. Without being either sentimental or sarcastic, Stephen Roger Powers develops a clear vision of American culture in All Seats Fifty Cents, making it personal but also accessible in the best sense of the word. Readers will enjoy the humor and description on a first read, and they’ll be rewarded with carefully framed observation each time they revisit these wonderful poems.
Zeke Jarvis
editor of ELM and author of In A Family Way
A new book of poems by Stephen Roger Powers? I feel like a kid who’s just been told there’ll be two Christmases this year. Can’t wait to see the gifts he has for us this time. Should I open and read them all at once? Or savor them one at a time?
Michael Leannah
author of Most People and Goodnight Whispers

Author Biography

Stephen Roger Powers receives dozens of messages and calls from family and friends whenever Dolly Parton is on TV. He can’t help being amused at how many people think of him when they see her. He is the author of The Follower’s Tale and Hello, Stephen, both also published by Salmon, and his poems and short stories have appeared in over a hundred journals and anthologies, including Shenandoah, Natural Bridge, Copper Nickel, and Smartish Pace. Powers is currently Professor of English at Gordon State College, and Pomeranians are his favorite breed.

Read a sample from this book

The Main Thing My Grandmother and I Had in Common Was Not Hearing Well

Box fans in hot classrooms and
oppressive churches were my biggest learning
impediment. Some clock-stop afternoons

they rattled and roared in my hearing aids
as loud as my grandmother’s television.
Dim distance made it hard to read lips.

Once I thought I understood
Give us this day our daily head.
The most reasonable commandment seemed
Thou shalt not admit adultery.

My grandmother loved The Golden Girls.
Old ladies brisked in a house nicer than hers,
flowed in clothes more expensive than hers,

Cadillacked errands in a city more interesting than hers.
All the sex talk blared right over her head.
She told my brother and me we dasn’t

make noise while her cake was baking.
What a sneaky, half-hour
commercial that show was:
Thank you for buying Depends!

Golden Girls Friday nights were ordinary
to my grandfather, whose white hair was striped
with a yellow brick road, but Wizard of Oz Saturday

nights were something special. Shirley Temples
for me, my brother, and my grandmother
came out on a silver tray, but brandy

Old Fashioned sweets for him, my mother,
and my father stayed in the kitchen.

My grandfather’s funeral luncheon
was in the church basement after the cemetery.

Someone— swear it wasn’t me—
slipped in the deck for Nickel Knock

a creased and faded antique Nine of Hearts
with a nude Betty White pin-up.

My grandmother drew it. The way she threw it
down so fast, it could only have been

my grandfather’s last joke on her.

Late in the night following his burial,
I stopped in the living room doorway.

My grandmother was in the dark praying with tears
over the vigil candle on the hushed console television.

Like the shadows that falling water makes,
her rosary circled the wood-panel walls.

Step It Up a Little

Every man should learn to walk
in stilettos as high as Dolly Parton’s.

At first it might feel like leaning drunk
from a hotel balcony and looking down
at the bleach-light of a closed pool,
the spear points of the wrought iron
as sharp as the fingernails
that bang her banjo.

This brings up the question
of what’s better: breaking your neck
or impaling yourself?

It might also feel like falling off
the Cliffs of Moher, which, in my opinion,
is the five best seconds
of your life.

Her heel tips, small as circles
from a paper punch, leave
pockmarks on the hardwood hearts of men
like no one else’s.

Copyright © Stephen Roger Powers 2019

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