"With a cryptic “Welcome Home” that makes me rethink where I’ve been these past two decades, Undergroundbooks.org deals in the cryptic and the utterly wonderful. Featuring eclectic poets and several neat ebooks, this online publishing house of silken onyx has scored a subterranean following as well as my heart. Some types of prose and poetry you may submit are prison diaries (if you’ve recently been to prison), poetry made through animated gifs, and children’s books, which will be tested on the editors’ children, among the more typical stuff. This underground dwelling is currently accepting work."
UB undergroundbooks was started in a shed in Houston, Texas, sometime during the sweltering hot summer of 1997, by pure teenage heartache, a lexmark pro network laser and a patron* of black ink. The First book entitled Moon and Sixpence over a Cup of Coffee was promptly published and then destroyed.
JBK: "I put a paperplate with a picture of some buildings then drew a line and Underground Books underneath it and pinned it to the shed door."
KG: "That night the storm finally let up. I laced on my snow boots and walked outside. The northern lights were perfectly aligned. A deer leaped through the woodwork. Behind the deer followed a little baby deer. The little baby deer suddenly stumbled and fell. When he got back up he just stood there. I noticed that he was looking at me. We stood like that for a long while. It was a strangely surreal but comforting moment. After that it seemed like maybe things would work out after all."
Countless wars, solo albums, and a hefty mortgages later, and entering 20--, our love for books remain undiminished. We love books and we love poetry. Our primary goal is to make books of poetry (it is our belief that a good book is always poetry.)
What is a book?
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JBK: "I put a paperplate with a picture of some buildings then drew a line and Underground Books underneath it and pinned it to the shed door."
KG: "That night the storm finally let up. I laced on my snow boots and walked outside. The northern lights were perfectly aligned. A deer leaped through the woodwork. Behind the deer followed a little baby deer. The little baby deer suddenly stumbled and fell. When he got back up he just stood there. I noticed that he was looking at me. We stood like that for a long while. It was a strangely surreal but comforting moment. After that it seemed like maybe things would work out after all."
Countless wars, solo albums, and a hefty mortgages later, and entering 20--, our love for books remain undiminished. We love books and we love poetry. Our primary goal is to make books of poetry (it is our belief that a good book is always poetry.)
What is a book?
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Accessing the public unconscious: WAKE UP!
YOU'RE A WALKING ADVERTISEMENT!
SEX UP YOUR PILL LIFE!
BE YOUR OWN MODERATOR!
Poetry is the cure. Poetry is the BURB. Poetry is the little ferret conscience in the lap of history. We aim to pet humble a brand new crucifixion asceticism and loose-leaf papers.
Big books to slap your puritan robot shopping PHONEface!
small books to fit on the eyelids of YOUR yoga TUESDAY boredom
THE UNDERGROUND WILL REMEMBER
Send us your books. We will make you famous? Yes!
LOVINGLY STALKINGLY YOURS,
