Write Bloody Publishing

A sweet independent publishing house with offices in Austin, Texas. Creating rad books of poetry. We like your face.

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Can’t think of a better way to spend a rainy afternoon in Austin. FREE BEER FRIDAY @ WRITE BLOODY.

Can’t think of a better way to spend a rainy afternoon in Austin. FREE BEER FRIDAY @ WRITE BLOODY.

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PEOPLE! Write Bloody will now be open 12 to 5 Monday thru Thursday and 11 to 6 on Friday and Saturday. Free Beer on Friday will continue as far as the eye can see!

PEOPLE! Write Bloody will now be open 12 to 5 Monday thru Thursday and 11 to 6 on Friday and Saturday. Free Beer on Friday will continue as far as the eye can see!

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"Thank you so much for the fabulous box of goodies. My favorite is the book of poetry, Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns…." — Wendy Davis 

"Thank you so much for the fabulous box of goodies. My favorite is the book of poetry, Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns…." — Wendy Davis 

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Write Bloody BIG ASS New York Showcase

Howdy poetry people. Hold onto your butts because today we are officially announcing our upcoming Big Ass New York Showcase. We’ll be taking over the Bowery Poetry Club on September 16th, presenting readings from some of your favorite Write Bloody authors including our captain DERRICK BROWN, the amazing CRISTIN O’KEEFE APTOWICZ, Taylor Mali, Sarah Kay, Jeremy Radin, Jon Sands, Megan Falley and Aaron Samuels. 

BE THERE. 

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The Oregon Trail is the Last Poem in a Book About the Oregon Trail

from Gregory Sherl’s new Fall 2013 Write Bloody release The Oregon Trail is the Oregon Trail:


I could, I know now, live forever if I was quiet enough,

but I need to scream you back into me. I need to smile

with my mouth open, my chin dripping from your thighs.

There is Chimney Rock & there is me standing at the top

of Chimney Rock. Below, the ground looks like a game of

Frogger— everything inches along like lost ants.

I’m holding my breath because I’m scared of the thin air.

I’d rather breathe nothing than something that comes

so hard. I want back the minutes I had to use, reminding 

myself to breathe. There are 60 minutes in an hour, I spend

49 of those thinking about your funny bone, how much 

of my tongue I can fit in your ear. I am ready to die

in the most casual way. Untie the earth, let me fall through.

I want to forget how to fall out of love. Look at me now,

begging you to stay even though you can’t hear me. Being 

buried is like being deaf, a quality you couldn’t give away.

Hope is small on the trail, hope is the size of your wrist

months after the consumption took your mouth away.

But enough, this rock will only be here forever.

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I was never a straight shooter with you, so I’m gonna tell you now while I’ve got this strange bravery messing my chest:
I love you like Mexican wrestlers love their outfits. I miss you like graffiti misses clarity. I want to crack open for you like a sinner on Sunday.
Mindy Nettifee, from “Your New Girlfriend Seems Really Nice” (via jnpeterson)

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