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Friday, January 30, 2015

We're rethinking our site

This ol' site needs a thorough overhaul and update. We're working on that (and have been researching and learning behind the scenes toward this end for a while now).

Here's a post about the design (which of course includes function and organization, not just good looks) of book-related sites, at Real Pants:

[…]And this is what I’ve been talking about, with regard to book design, really. How can the look/feel/aura of the physical object compel you to touch it, to open it, and then to read what’s inside? What about when you can’t touch it, because you’re online?

[…]What site elements make a great virtual browsing experience, rich enough to give you a real sense of the book? Are there sites you feel do this well? Sites you find bafflingly bald? Presses from which you trust everything will be excellent, sight unseen? Is media like audio/video useful? More pics of the cover and interior? What do you want to see? (Read the rest)

I'd love to get more input from our readers. Let me know what you think?

—Shanna (& Bloof)

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Celebrating Jennifer L. Knox: Happy birthday to the poet laureate of Bloof!

Jennifer L. Knox is the first poet Bloof published. She's one of reasons we exist. We've done three books with her so far, and have another one on the way. She's a brilliant poet (duh), performer (OMG), and a ton of fun on a road trip. Wildly swerving and unflaggingly absurd, Jen's poems are just as likely as she is to get pulled over for "erratic operation of a vehicle" in North Dakota.

Today is her birthday. We love her, and so do you. We stealthily passed this card around the office yesterday.

Happy birthday, Knoxie! 



There are few things she loves more than watching the ASL person interpret her poems on the fly at a reading. If only there was video of that interpeter signing "Everything Melted in a Really Weird Way." —Adam Detusch

Two words. Chicken Bucket. —Laura Cherry

Chicken Bucket 4ever —Michael Nicoloff

I first fell in love with her when I read "Hot Ass Poem." —Jaimie Nagle

"Hot *^^ Poem". I te*ch it Every. ^ingle. ^eme^ter. —Metta Sáma (whose keyboard is broken)

She signed my book, "Good luck in prison." —Laura Carter

THIS. —Stephen Caratzas

Long car poemSandra Simonds

"I'm not used to doing readings in libraries.
I've never been in a library.
That's why my poems are like this." 
—that time we read in a library, as recalled by Shanna Compton

Jennifer Knox has hung out in Benton, Kentucky. That's right. Benton. Benton is near Possum Trot. She has probably been there too. —Nancy McGuire Roche

"I'm gonna stop and get sausage biscuits. Then, in a little while, we can stop so I can regret my sausage biscuits." 
—in the car one morning as we embarked on a 7-hour drive, somewhere in the South, as recalled by Shanna Compton

"Anomalies of the Female Reproductive System" –Jenn McCreary

I was at the zoo with Jen when she started talking to one of the parrots for an unusually long time. She kept trying to get it to flutter its wings and 'show us your pretty feathers.' I thought she was insane (she was, in fact, flapping her arms up and down) until the bird started to mimick her not only spreading its wings but hopping a little dance on its perch. The two were clearly having a conversation that was perfectly intelligible to both of them. Since that afternoon, I have never ceased being envious of Jen's connection to another, better world. —John Cotter

The time she sed bondo-clogged... uh... what was bondo-clogged? I stole it... BONDO-CLOGGED something hole? So good. —Danielle Pafunda             
[That phrase appears in "Pimp My Ride," another front runner for most-famous Knox poem, published in the New Yorker. Danielle stole (and pimped) the line for one of her own poems in Natural History Rape Museum: "The undead shirk, circle shirk in their Bondo-clogged antennae hole. "]

I wrote "you're really a drag queen" on her poem, and at the bar, as I sat down to a giant plate of fries, she said, "Your metabolism is going to change and I want to be there to watch." We've been besties ever since. —Jason Schneiderman

i've got a lot of great memories of jen and i'd share some but i can't think of which to pick. i just love her. she's just terrific (in every way). —Peter Davis

I don't know Jennifer, but I taught "Chicken Bucket" last semester and had a student who said something to the effect of "that poem just SHOCKED me. I've never read anything *like* that before...(at which point I thought, here we go...super conservative land) and then she said. "Now I feel like I can try anything in a poem! It's given me so much permission." ahhhhhh..... —Marci Nelligan

I really couldn't say which of her poems is my favorite because there's something to love, admire and TOTALLY HATE 'CAUSE IT'S SO GOOD in every one. But I have two briefs tales about Jennifer Knox: when I first moved to Kensington -- a move I didn't want to make, and plus I was having a nervous breakdown and had recently had breast cancer surgery -- she took me on a tour of the Prospect Park South Historic District, which is nearby. We spent a lovely couple of relatively anxiety-free hours looking at the disgustingly beautiful houses and shaking our heads and saying "Crazy … " Then we had lunch and she walked me home. At one point, we stood on a corner and she pointed to her apartment building -- "See that window? That's my window." We exchanged apartment keys, in case of an emergency. I still have her keys. I still remember what she said whenever I'm standing on that corner, and I look at her window. I cried when she moved. Second brief tale: I went to see her read with Jason Schneiderman at the Half King in November 2010, and something from one of her poems gave me an idea for a piece about my sister who had died the year before. Four months later, on March 16, 2011, I read an excerpt of the piece at the Poetry Project. Exactly week later I had the nervous breakdown. I totally blame Jennifer Knox for that. —Sharon Mesmer

You guys both came to my creative writing class taught by Peter Davis. It was one of the most memorable class experiences I had in college, which isn't really saying much, but it's something, right? —Lauren Orto

Which reminds us of this moment: 
"Yeah, uhhh, don't tell your parents we're what made you decide to switch majors." —Jen to Nate Logan 

I don't think Knox suffers as much from the same kind of knee jerk categorizations from the poetry world. Poetry has always been more forgiving of its experimenters than rock will ever be—and Knox is just so good with language and timing that even if the humor might shock the reader, the pitch perfect quality of the writing always shines through. 
—from Charlie Orr's tribute to Jen at Hypothetical Library (read the rest!) 

And to end the festivities on a corgi-related* note: 
Jen was so encouraging when I was a baby poet and taught me to interact with birds and survive a hangover as a medium poet and she is like a balloon made of corgis that plays "The Rainbow Connection" in twinkly midi piano while bored girls chewing bubblegum roller skate in elaborate patterns beneath the balloon's portentous yet oddly comforting and furry shadow. —Maureen Thorson

*Corgis! by Jennifer L. Knox: 

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Sympathetic Nervous System by Jackie Clark

Excerpt from Sympathetic Nervous System
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Sympathetic Nervous System
Jackie Clark

PREORDER: February 2015

Hand sewn in natural twine
Cover & materials details to come

8.5 x 5.5 inches | 26 pages

Bloof Books Chapbook Series
Vol. 2: Issue 6
ISSN: 2373-163x

To purchase by check or money order, or to calculate shipping outside the US & Canada, please email us.

[We are working on the design right now. Details to come!] 

Jackie Clark is a poet living in Jersey City.  She is the series editor of Poets off Poetry and Song of the Week for Coldfront Magazine and is the recipient of a 2012 New Jersey State Council on the Arts Fellowship in Poetry.  She is the author of three chapbooks: Red Fortress (H_NGM_N), Office Work (Greying Ghost Press), and I Live Here Now (Lame House Press). Her first book of poems, Aphoria, is out now with Brooklyn Arts PressFor more, visit her site at

Sunday, January 25, 2015

LITTLE UGLIES by Dawn Sueoka, now in free ebook formats

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To come

Saturday, January 24, 2015

THE FAILURE AGE by Amanda Montei, now in free ebook formats

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To come

Friday, January 16, 2015

Announcing the 2015 Chapbook Series

Eagle Nebula's pillars of creation (NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope)

We opened for our annual reading period in August, and were both thrilled—and honestly a little overwhelmed—by the response. 

We received more chapbook manuscripts than ever before—twice as many as the first year we called for them—and still had way too many in our must-have pile after several readings. 

So it took us longer than expected to finalize our decisions. 

But we did it, finally. And we couldn't be happier about this list!

2015 Chapbook Series
  • Khadijah Queen: Exercises in Painting
  • Ginger Ko: Inherit 
  • Maureen Thorson: The Woman, the Mirror, the Eye
  • Jenn Marie Nunes & Mel Coyle: HYMN: An Ovulution
  • Alyssa Lynee: Knotted
  • Catie Rosemurgy: First the Burning & Then the Witches

And a bonus graphic chapbook
  • Nikki Wallschlaeger: I Hate Telling You How I Really Feel

Plus the already scheduled books 
  • Jennifer L. Knox: Days of Shame & Failure
  • Sharon Mesmer: Title TBD
  • Shanna Compton: The Hazard Cycle

2015 subscriptions are available in our Square Store or via PayPal


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As always, the chapbooks are limited to 100 copies each. Subscriptions are sold out once any of the chapbooks are sold out (though we can sometimes offer substitutions). 


We'd also like to recognize the following poets, whose outstanding manuscripts made our decision process so tough. We found ourselves wishing we had space for them all, but we'll be looking for these books elsewhere, and hope to see them in existence soon.

  • Hanna Andrews   Arcana
  • Jennifer Bartlett   The Hindrances of a Householder
  • Julia Bloch   Chronology
  • Dan Brady   Stroke Diary
  • Lisa Cattrone   My Secret Life
  • Liz Countryman   Phobia Formation
  • Marisa Crawford   Big Brown Bag
  • Zoe Dzunko   Selfless
  • J. Hope Stein   I Lob You
  • Lo Kwa Mei-en   Daughters & Citizens
  • Clara Lipfert   In the Dining Room You Saw a Phantom While I Killed Time
  • Kate Litterer   Ghosty Boo's Terror Rooms
  • Justin Marks   I Am Very Influenceable
  • Roberto Montes   No Subject
  • Alexis Pope   Bodies
  • Molly Rose Quinn   One Small Part of My Youth
  • Jess Rowan   snwpoems
  • Metta Sáma   the year we turned dragon
  • Justin Sherwood   Low Theory
  • Laura Sims   The Olga Poems
  • Nicole Steinberg   This World Is Beneath Me
  • Laura Theobald   Edna Poems
  • Reagan Louise Wilson   Roses but Really Roses

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Bedtime Stories for the End of the World! by Daniel Borzutzky

Bedtime Stories for the End of the World!
Daniel Borzutzky
PREORDER: December 2014

Hand sewn in black twine with black metal eyelets
Persian Blue covers with dark blue inkjet & gold linocut print
Gold flyleaves
Strathmore Bright White interiors
7 x 7 inches | 40 pages

Bloof Books Chapbook Series
Vol. 2: Issue 5
ISSN: 2373-163x

To purchase by check or money order, or to calculate shipping outside the US & Canada, please email us.

from In the Blazing Cities of Your Rotten Carcass Mouth 

The children were eating the bushes outside of their former houses that had been crushed by The Bank of America. 
There was a boy in a bush singing an improvised song about a bulldozer that obliterates the bureaucratic centers of the earth. 
Do you remember cheese, he sang to his friend. 
Te acuerdas de la piña? 
Do you remember ferries, he sang to his friend. 
Te acuerdas de los patos? 
Do you remember school bells and cowards and the boys who would come to our yard to eat the scraps of food we threw to them before the city started to blaze? 
Bienvendios a CVS. Si cuenta con tu Extra Care Card please escanea it now. 
There really wasn't money anymore or at least there wasn't money for us. 
The man with the camera kissed me and took photographs of the blood that dripped from my fingers. 
Everyone knew he was CIA. 
He knew for example that the blood that dripped from my face tasted like the blood of the workers assassinated by the Fatherland. 
Then I found a dying shack and I met a man with a chain and he was snoring and talking in his sleep and he smelled like pee and complained he had lost his pension when they privatized the city in the dying days of the rotten carcass economy. 
Looking after the world is a shitty job if you're really not a people person.
Read more of this poem at Pen America.

Photo credit: Sean Patrick Cain
Daniel Borzutzky’s books include In the Murmurs of the Rotten Carcass Economy (Nightboat, 2015), The Book of Interfering Bodies (Nightboat, 2011), The Ecstasy of Capitulation (BlazeVox, 2007), and Arbitrary Tales (Ravenna Press, 2005). His poetry translations include Raúl Zurita’s The Country of Planks (Action Books, 2015) and Song for His Disappeared Love (Action Books, 2010), among others. His chapbooks include Data Bodies (Holon, 2013), One Size Fits All (Scantily Clad, 2009), and Failure in the Imagination (Bronze Skull, 2007). His writing has been anthologized in The Sonnets: Translating & Rewriting Shakespeare; La Alteración del Silencio: Poesía Norteamericana Reciente; Malditos Latinos Malditos Sudacas: Poesia Iberoamericana Made in USA; Seriously Funny: Poems about Love, God, War, Art, Sex, Madness, and Everything Else; A Best of Fence: The First Nine Years; The City Visible: Chicago Poetry for the New Century, and Angels of the Americlypse: An Anthology of New Latin@ Writing. His work has been translated into Spanish, French, Bulgarian, Romanian, and Turkish. His work has been supported by grants from the National Endowment for the Arts, the PEN/America Foundation, and the Illinois Arts Council. He lives in Chicago.

A rave review for THE SONNETS!

The Sonnets

Sandra Simonds, Author
In her third collection, Simonds (Mother Was a Tragic Girl) takes on the venerable form and builds houses for memory in 14 lines. Though the collection’s title implies an orderliness or predictability, Simonds’ sonnets are uncaged, snarling, rooting creatures, ferreting about the mind like it’s a shoebox of memorabilia. These sonnets execute that mysterious task which only poems can: expose the connective roots of memories, objects, and beings, despite how dissonant the universe can feel: “The surface must be tended to/ like farmland underneath mountains that dissolve/ and erode, leaving their minerals in our bone.” Simonds’s lines twist like DNA strands, the sequence coded yet the result unpredictable: “In your sonic/ boom sonnet, spaniel and dachshund will howl/ allele spirals until they breed dumb or smart, medium/ or three-legged pigeon with woof.” She contends with being one life amongst the millions of lives differentiated simply by place, time, and sex: the teenager hanging menus on neighbors’ doorknobs; a “well-respected PTA dad”; Tom Petty picking up a prescription at his dentist’s office. Simonds playfully and powerfully writes in the recognition of every attempt at self-preservation, “as if there were a way to shield/ oneself from the messy galaxy of the human heart.” (Dec.)


And of course you can get a copy from us here. Sandra's first book, Warsaw Bikini, is also available from Bloof.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Open Reading Period Update: 2015 Chapbook Series

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Bundle up!

Since we've gotten a few queries about holiday sales, we figure we should remind you: We always have bundle deals available on the paperbacks, for very good discounts and free shipping.

We've added our two newest books to the list of choices: The Sonnets by Sandra Simonds and Ultramegaprairieland by Elisabeth Workman.

2 books $26 (a $10 discount)
3 books $39 (a $12 discount)
4 books $51 (a $15 discount)
5 books $61 (a $20 discount)

Available for bundle discounts:

The Sonnets by Sandra Simonds
Ultramegaprairieland by Elisabeth Workman
Natural History Rape Museum by Danielle Pafunda
Tina by Peter Davis
Brink by Shanna Compton
The Mystery of the Hidden Driveway by Jennifer L. Knox 
Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! by Peter Davis 
Warsaw Bikini by Sandra Simonds 
My Zorba by Danielle Pafunda
For Girls (& Others) by Shanna Compton
Drunk by Noon by Jennifer L. Knox
A Gringo Like Me by Jennifer L. Knox
Down Spooky by Shanna Compton

Subscriptions for 2015 should be available in December, but we're not ready to announce the contents quite yet. If you'd like to preorder a subscription as a holiday gift though, we can set that up! Email us at sales [at] bloofbooks [dot] com.

To purchase via Square (secure credit card):
Bloof Bundles: Discounted Mix & Match Multiples from Bloof Books on Square Market

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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

New poem & an interview by Kirsten Kaschock

Excerpted from Kirsten's new book The Dottery, available from the University of Pittsburgh Press: 

the Exorcist's dotter 

took in all the Exorcist brought home:
smoke in brown bottles, fetal wisps
coiled around rosary beads, vapors
trailed from loafer heels. She scraped
it all into an antique copper tub for
bathing but saved that bath. […read the rest]

And here is a new interview at Speaking of Marvels, wherein Kirsten talks about writing and creating her Bloof chapbook Windowboxing

If your chapbook wasn’t a chapbook — if it was in some other form — what would it be? 
An interpretive dance—a duet with a chair. 
Which poem in your chapbook has the most meaningful backstory to you? What’s the backstory? 
The poems have snatches of many people’s backstories… Jaycee Dugard’s imprisonment, an Amish family fire… my own children make an appearance. I can get sad. There is a scene in the chapbook where I walk with them to try to feel better and it works at the same time it doesn’t work. Capturing that moment was a big step for me.
Read the rest.

Only a few copies of Windowboxing left!

Four new poems from Jennifer L. Knox's forthcoming book

The New Twilight Zone: “Empty City”

The cloud cover enveloping our hull
splits, shifts to our back like a parachute,
and we descend to the city below. Its three
mighty rivers: now kinked, dribbling hoses.
The scent of seething biomass—brown mounds
going green again with psyched, thriving mold—
reaches us far up as we are—and look: plumes
of smoke snaking into the air there. Flames
and dry backyard blowup pools below coming
into focus, but too much sun to see the windows
in the buildings all have x’s in their eyes.
Between white lines dash-dash-dashing the roads:
not a car. The voice on the tower mic:
silent as a bee hive.
More at Luna Luna Magazine
Schenectady Is Most DefinitelyThe End of NYCHive Minds
Jennifer L. Knox's new book of poems, Days of Shame and Failure, will be published by Bloof Books in 2015. Her other books, The Mystery of the Hidden DrivewayDrunk by Noon, and A Gringo Like Me are also available from Bloof. Her poems have appeared four times in the Best American Poetry series (1997, 2003, 2006, and 2011), as well as in the anthologies Great American Prose PoemsFrom Poe to the Present and Best American Erotic Poems.