Submission Policy

Submissions to THE BUG BOOK are now closed. However, we will continue to post a sampling of poems accepted for the anthology as we continue to work our way through the flood of last minute submissions.

Poetry (any form or style) and Micro or Flash Fictions wanted for an anthology on SMOKE. Not just the black clouds rising from the five-alarm fire next door, or the billowing plumes of smoke warning us of a forest fire, or the emissions from factory smoke stacks, apartment house incinerators, and crematoriums, smoke rings rise from cigarettes, smoke pours out of headshops, pipe shops & cigar stores--see that purple haze rising over the fields of poppies and marijuana we just planted--we've used it to communicate via smoke signals and skywriting, to cover our tracks and disappear with and without mirrors, combat the enemy on and off the battlefield, kill bugs, flavor food, cure illness, declare peace treaties, and fragrance our homes. Got the idea? Release it onto the page.

Guidelines: Submit up to three poems/micro fictions or two flash fictions at a time with a fascinating bio of 35 words or less, not just limited to publication credits, copy/pasted in the body of an e-mail (no attachments, please) to roxy533 at yahoo dot com & . We will also entertain up to six one-liners or 2 short stand up routines at time. Previously published work is OK as long as authors have retained the copyright, which will be returned to them after publication. Simultaneous submissions are encouraged. If your work is accepted elsewhere, and you still have obtained rights to republish, just let us know where and we'll be happy to acknowledge the other publication.

If you do not receive a response from us within a month of your submission considered it rejected and feel free to submit again. Due to the volume of submissions we cannot respond to each and every individual submission. Selection for the on-line edition are made on a ongoing basis as we receive your submissions. However, final selections for the print edition will made after the October 31st deadline. (In otherwords not everything that made the cut for the online edition will appear in print.) Please do not query. When in doubt, send the submission to roxy533 at yahoo dot com &

About This Blog

December 26, 2007
Dear Readers;

Here are some of the contributions we've received for our upcoming anthology, THE BUG BOOK, to inspire you to write and send us your own submissions, and to preview what's to come.

To see our other publications please visit our online bookstore at:

Roxanne Hoffman,
Publisher/Editor of Poets Wear Prada


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Sunday, May 3, 2009

Miriam Stanley | THE DAY OF THE GYPSY MOTHS

THE DAY OF THE GYPSY MOTHS

Infants the size of pinkies,
murder the trees throughout the parks,
web the foliage in white clouds,
eat the leaves with toothless bites.
Countless sneakers have squashed them.
The dust of their droppings fills the lungs.
Shipped to America,
raised for silk,
They were innocent as babies in high chairs.
Who knew they would escape their owner's land,
while he studied the stars at night?

by Miriam Stanley

Miriam Stanley
Miriam Stanley was born in New York City and raised in Morganville, NJ. In 1966, she returned to her place of birth to join the New York poetry scene , and has since been featured in in a variety of readings, festivals and events, both local and international. She is senior editor of Rogue Scholars Press and has two collections published, Get Over It (2009) and Not To Be Believed (2005). Her work also appears in the anthology Skyscrapers, Taxis and Tampons. When she is not writing, Miriam serves humanity as an art therapist in the New York City hospital system.

Marge Hauser | Epicurean Entomology

Epicurean Entomology
Three Haiku


Crunchy salt seasons
each fried baby bumblebee
washed down with cold beer.


Sweet chocolate melts to
reveal hidden tart surprise:
ants’ formic acid.


Spiced chapolines
with guacamole: tacos’
grasshopper garnish.


by Marge Hauser


Marge Hauser

Marge Hauser is a New York City based poet who enjoys culinary experimentation. These haiku are based on personal experience and the theory that anything served in a reputable restaurant is worth trying.

Anne Cammon | How I Arrived

How I Arrived


When I came the fruit flies were monstrous
invading my glasses of cold,
white wine, gathering
petulantly
inside the rim, not stopping
at the surface
of my drink.

And you were delighted
by the movements of my hands
as I pulled the flies from my face
like a veil.


by Anne Cammon

Anne Cammon

Anne Cammon is a writer of prose and poetry. She curates the literary edition of Art Waves on WKCR, featuring contemporary writers and composers. She was honored to receive an Editor's Choice from PoetryMagazine.com.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Heidi Schwartz | Earthen Creatures on Colorado Land

Earthen Creatures on Colorado Land

These are the only ones left in the drowned earth
Black hawks fly in the wind
I can hardly speak
A web on top of a web
We must be silent
After all
she stops for no one
Steeped in the halting language of the earth
an anger woman's dry skin~
pulls on my eye


On Native land
they would never tolerate this
warriors wanting to burn the earth
Here
coyotes carved
in the Teepee Mountains
and the ancient pounding
Red ants still walk the red earth
it is they who own the land
They are letting humans
live on their soil
It is only a matter of time




by Heidi Schwartz

Heidi Schwartz

Here's a poem about ants Heidi Schwartz wrote while visiting Colorado 10 years ago. She now resides in NYC teaching yoga. And she will never forget who owns the land.

Iris Berman | Two Modern Tankas



Love spins its web
when you gaze at me sweetly
I melt into your smile
The spider traps his prey
in a sticky, sultry net


"Come closer to me",
you say before we sleep
with my legs wrapped
around you, we doze off
like two in one cocoon.

by Iris Berman

Iris Berman

Iris Berman lives and works in Brooklyn, NY. She is a visual artist,photographer and poet. Her poetry has appeared in Nomad's Choir, Home Planet News, Park Slope Poetry Project's Errato, Brownstone Poets 2007 Anthology, RogueScholars.com, Stained Sheets, Song of the San Joaquin and Back Street Quarterly. She has also published three chapbooks. Her most recent chapbook, The Little Book of Fairy Tales and Love Poems was published by Poets Wear Prada Press. She has appeared at open mics and as a featured reader at many poetry venues throughout New York City. You can see her reading one of her poems on YouTube.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Maria Sassi | Fate

FATE

How thrilling to find you in your
tiny life zigzagging pages
of this book at I look for Frost's
poem concerning a spider.
I contemplate
the killing now as he did. You, dancing
on print when I could slam you shut
and open to death.
His spider seems
bulbous and slow by the tone of their
encounter. Your are pale and swift,
legs finer than infant hairs.
Your
careening on this plain of words is
charming. And by this line, you could
be squashed by my lethal finger, instead,
you flee into the folds of the book's spine.



by Maria Sassi

Maria Sassi

Maria Sassi's has been Poet Laureate of West Hartford, Connecticut. She has two books: Rooted in Stars (Singular Speech Press, 1998), What I See (Hanover Press, 1997). Her other publication credits include poetry in Blue Unicorn, Connecticut River Review, Italian Americana, and Pivot.

Jay Chollick | Same Old Same Old

Same Old Same Old

Buzz me with bees, the noisy
hive, the house of wax
and gold; and in a paradise
of pure oxygen, I am re-built
with wings; all flesh, the fatty
globules, have
disappeared I am--a dark man
from dark thought
removed--I fly!

A though
the air is pointed fresh
at me, I feel the self-same
urge, the stinger tingling--the
male, grooved
like some malignancy--too deep,
I fall on petals
bruising them, the flower's
mine--hot mouth
to yellow dust I suck its nectar

Mercilessly

By Jay Chollick

Jay Chollick by Gloria Buono

Jay Chollick born 1995, to poetry, that is--has an aversion to formal bios. A frequent featured performer at venues throughout New York City and its environs, he is the Poet Laureate of the Saturn Series and Poet Local Laureate of A Shout Out at Otto's Shrunken Head. His poetry has appeared on-line at Poetz.com, theshoutoutatottos.blogspot.com, Poetry Central and Big City Lit, and is included in the anthology Cat Breath, edited by Miriam Stanley among many other places. (But don't let these "dull facts" interfere with your enjoyment of his poetry which is hardly the "same old same old.")