People often ask me what goes on behind the scenes at Sunday Mornings at the River. The truth? It’s a beautifully chaotic mix of late-night reading, endless cups of tea (or wine, depending on the day), and an unshakable love for poetry that refuses to fit neatly into the mainstream.
This press isn’t about churning out bestsellers or making poetry palatable for mass consumption. It’s about giving poets—especially those who don’t always get a seat at the table—a space to be heard. It’s about words that cut deep, books that don’t just exist but matter.
Here’s what that looks like in practice:
- Reading through hundreds of submissions, searching for poetry that makes my pulse skip.
- Designing covers and layouts that feel as alive as the words inside.
- Finding creative ways to get poetry into the world, without a big-budget marketing team.
- Celebrating every poet who trusts me with their work, because this isn’t just about publishing—it’s about community.
I started this press because I needed it. And judging by the poets who send their words into this space, I’m not the only one. This is for the dreamers, the rebels, the writers who don’t ask permission to exist.
So if you’re here, reading this, consider yourself part of it. Not because I need anything from you, but because poetry is better when it’s shared. And this little press? It’s just getting started.
—Rebecca