I promise no horses were harmed in the making of this imprint.

 

One day my then-four-year-old announced the name of her new, rainbow tie-dye unicorn toy: Pony Shooter. I was baffled. A bit thrilled, but baffled. I smiled, figuring it was just a burst of her  famous imagination, which is both wild and beautiful. I didn't push her with questions, but she soon broke it down for me. See, it was more of a ponies-shooting-out-of-a-ray-gun situation than any harm done to the ponies. He "shot" ponies, you see? Just endless ponies flowing from this rainbow unicorn, like bubbles from a bubble machine. Back into infinity.

 

I loved the name because it sounds so bad ass. (The gal has a knack for coming up with great titles - check out my poem “No Beaks, No Tongues, Just Bones").

 

And just like that, Pony Shooter Press was born.

 

PSP is my own self-publishing imprint. Current titles are the poetry chapbook We Are All Made of Glory & Soft, White Light (first published by Bottlecap Press in 2022) and the upcoming full-length poetry collection Tell God I Draw Sunshine in Hell.