UndergroundBooks

And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky East, A white and shapeless mass-- *&

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. 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." 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 mortgage later, and entering 2013, 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.)