Todd Boss, poet

Category: Books

How to Land a Publisher (in 7 simple steps)


  1. Write what you’d like to read (not what you think they’ll publish).
  2. Submit your poems to POETRY magazine at least once a year, even though your poems are rejected every single time. Do this out of respect because you also read POETRY magazine. Continue for 15 years.
  3. Read and submit to other journals likewise. Same timeline.
  4. Repeat steps two and three but with different results.
  5. Using your published poems alone and without contacting one yourself, inspire a major author (preferably Sherman Alexie) to introduce himself via email, flatter you obsequiously, and offer to get you the attention of an editor at a publishing house (preferably W. W. Norton & Co.).
  6. Book contracts are best paired with beer.
  7. Repeat steps one and four indefinitely.

Note: Results may vary. Tastes are subjective. Timelines may differ. Beer selection process may begin prior to receipt of contract.

Wonderful news.

My second poetry collection, PITCH, has been awarded the Midwest Booksellers Choice Award for Poetry. This is a great honor, as it’s bestowed by independent booksellers from Kansas to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. My book is named alongside bestsellers like Cheryl Strayed’s WILD, Chad Harbach’s THE ART OF FIELDING, Brian Selznick’s WONDERSTRUCK, and Loren Long’s picture book, OTIS AND THE TORNADO. What company!

Support your local indie bookseller!

Flipping cool.

Animated poetry in a hand-held device!

Designer / animator Angella Kassube has turned my short poem “God Flips” into a bound paper flip book! How flipping cool is that? Angella’s my co-directing partner at Motionpoems, she’s a typeface junkie like me, and she loves making things move. 

It’s old-school animation… in a mobile device! Read the rest of this entry »

I’m covered.

Here’s the cover of my second poetry collection, PITCH, due out in February 2012 from W. W. Norton & Company.

It was a shock to see it, at first. PITCH is a collection of poems that spiral from a specific event: the time that my father lost the family piano off the back of his pickup truck when I was 12. The accident took place at the very rural, heavily forested corner of County Highway NL and State Highway 27, just east of Fall Creek, Wisconsin.

But this piano, in this picture? This here’s a city piano. I doubt it’s ever seen a field or woods. Read the rest of this entry »


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