Submission Guidelines

Grey Book Press is seeking poetry.

Poems should feel lived-in, of this world, and real. Formal poetry is fine, as long as its form doesn't get in the way. We like Asian forms, particularly. Subject matter is open. We're open to "grown-up" poetry; erotica is okay, but explicit pornography is not. Nothing didactic, and no greeting card verse.

For "journal" submissions, send three to five poems to greybookpress (at) gmail (dot) com. Poems can be typed into the body of the email. A short introductory note is appreciated.

We are currently not accepting unsolicited chapbook manuscripts.

Ike Ignores America's Wang, Heads to Texas

Apparently, we (here) are avoiding destruction. Ike has chosen (quite on his own) to engage the Texas Gulf Coast. Sorry, people of Galveston.

This whole posting about hurricanes seems irresponsible considering this isn't a weather blog. Nor is it a political blog (I'll be shattering that barrier any day now . . . even as I have an established blog for that.) It's a poetry blog, yes?

In that vein, I can say that I have received more poetry, but not nearly enough for an issue of anything. Not even a 19-page chapbook.

Would some guidelines be helpful? I'll get to work on those.

Poetry and/or Certain, Rain-Soaked DEATH

Do you guys ever check out the Weather Underground? No, not the 1970s domestic terror group that the GOP is going to try and link to Obama (again). It's a weather website that shows, for instance, Hurricane Ike rounding the tip of Florida and heading directly to where I'm typing this. Although, by the time it gets here, I will have typed this, like, six days earlier. Or something. I just hope FEMA hooks us up with a really awesome trailer. With WIFI.

Poetry? I thought this was a blog.

Hey, y'know when you throw a party and no-one comes? Well, having a poetry journal can be like that.

Okay, as long as the Google/Blogger Empire isn't set up in Miami or Key West or St. Marks, I think your poems will be safe.