ARKTOI BOOKS, an imprint of Red Hen Press, was established
in 2006 by Eloise Klein Healy to publish literary
works of high quality by lesbian writers. The mission of Arktoi Books
is to give lesbian writers more access to "the conversation" that
having a book in print affords. Submissions by both new and established
authors are welcome. See the schedule below for submission dates.
Each year the imprint will publish a minimum of one book.
Arktoi Books is named for the arktoi or "bears,"
young girls in the service of Artemis who lived for a year at her
sanctuary at Brauron, east of Athens
The colophon for Arktoi Books
was designed by Mark Cull, based on figures on a fragment of pottery
unearthed at the Temple of Artemis Brauron. (read
ANNOUNCING THE SECOND ARKTOI AUTHOR:
Chen is the daughter of immigrants and a proud Kundiman Asian American
Poet Fellow. Past occupations include karaoke singer, flautist, 1st
grade literacy teacher, community organizer, construction job counselor,
and a severely lost person in the Rocky Mountains. Her poems have
recently appeared or are forthcoming in CRATE, Tea Party, Fifth
Wednesday Journal, OCHO and Yellow as Turmeric, Fragrant
as Cloves. Currently, she is in the MFA program at the University
of California at Riverside.
Her first collection of poems, The Heart's Traffic,
will be published by Arktoi Books in early 2009. The Heart's Traffic
is a series of connected poems about the adventures of Xiaomei, a
girl who slowly discovers her own gifts through her ability to shape
More about Ching-in:
announces the publication of
Elizabeth Bradfield's Interpretive Work
Concerning the Proper Term for a Whale
Poof my mother sighs
as against the clearcut banks near Hoonah
another humpback exhales, its breath
white and backlit by sun.
say that, says my father, disapproving
of such casual terminology or uneasy
with the tinge of pink tulle, the flounce
poof attaches to the thing we’re watching, beast
of hunt, of epic migrations.
I’m the naturalist,
suggesting course and speed for approach. They
are novices, and the word is mine,
brought here from the captains I sailed for
and the glittering Cape Cod town
where we docked each night
after a day of watching whales.
Todd or Lumby would gutter,
turning the helm, my cue to pick up
the microphone. Coming from those smoke-roughed cynics
who call the whales dumps, rank the tank-topped talent
on the bow, and say each time they set a breaching calf
in line with the setting sun, What do you think of that? Now
what I call pretty, then sit back,
light a cigarette—coming from them,
I loved the word.
because the dock we returned to each night
teemed with summer crowds, men lifting
their hands to other men, the town
flooded with poufs free to flutter, to cry, as they can’t
in Newark or Pittsburgh or Macon, to let
their love rise into the clear, warm air,
to linger and glow
for a brief time visible.
Information on submissions:
in 2008 (publication in 2010/2011)
will be accepted in fiction.
Submissions in 2009
(publication in 2011)
will be accepted in poetry.
Submissions in 2010
(publication in 2012/2013)
will be accepted in nonfiction.
Submissions in 2011
will be accepted in poetry