Owing to the small number of submissions to the 2015 Stonewall Chapbook Competition, BrickHouse Books will not select a winner for that year.  Submissions are open from now through August 15, 2016, for this year’s competition.   Those who submitted for 2015 are welcome to enter again without paying the submission fee.  New entrants: please see the  submission guidelines below.

In order to speed manuscripts on their rounds of preliminary judges, we are only accepting your work ELECTRONICALLY.  The cover page of your manuscript must include the following information: full name, postal address and email address.  Please consult the below guidelines for further details.


This division of BrickHouse Books is dedicated to publishing poetry from an LBGT perspective. In addition to publishing book-length manuscripts, Stonewall also runs an annual chapbook competition. The deadline is August 15. The prize is publication of the chapbook.   Judges typically consist of the BhB senior staff and a guest judge TBA.

Stonewall Competition Submission Requirements:

  • 20-30 page manuscript of poetry or short fiction
  • $20 entry fee
  • Deadline August 15

Send queries and manuscripts to:

Send $20 entry fee to:

Clarinda Harriss, Director
306 Suffolk Rd.
Baltimore, MD 21218

Some of the chapbook winners:

Kathi Wolfe, The Uppity Blind Girl Poems (most recent!)

Jim Elledge, Into the Arms of the Universe

Janell Moon, Lesbian Speaker’s Bureau

Rane Arroyo, The Naked Thief

Jeff Mann, Bliss

Kathi Wolfe  Three Poems  2016

Here are the latest and greatest works by “Uppity Blind Girl” author, Kathi Wolfe!

At age nine, I didn’t think
I’d live past ten, or at most, eleven.
No blind eyes beckoned
from the screen on the TV in our den,
where I wrote Braille Christmas cards
to my best friend and Little Stevie Wonder.
Stevie was three whole years ahead of me
and made the kids clap and dance
on American Bandstand. Maybe
he’d get old–like Ray Charles.
I couldn’t sing any more
than the bad guys could shoot straight,
and everyone knew that only Ray,
among the sightless, was older than twelve.
But, I looked forward to my death,
why would I want to become ancient
like my mother, who I knew, was at least 17?
Everyone in town,
firemen, my friends in the Brownies,
every dog worth her salt,
would turn out for my funeral,
which would last nine innings
or even longer.
The crowd would be as huge
as the Beatles concert at Shea Stadium.
Nine, I felt, would be a good time to kick off.
I still believed in Santa,
my parakeet hung on to my every word,
I’d never get the curse or worry that I was queer.
If I got bored, I could fly like a fidgety bat
past the sun
through the nine planets
where God, white cane in hand, jumped rope
and I’d always be nine.

Blind Spot
I came out,
snapping my fingers
in tune with my
lavender inner vision,
Sappho with her cane,
taking on the night –
a true-blue dyke
to watch out for –
You saw a sightless
damsel in distress,
at sea in the darkness,
sexy as a nun’s lingerie.

Uppity Writes on Tinseltown’s Facebook Wall
Gods of Milk Duds and Coca-Cola soaked endings,
from which sighted and unsighted emerge, blinking,
in the dark, my love life is a B picture with no
coming attractions. No alluring strangers,
just safe commuters on this train. When I woo
Grace Kelly, the lady vanishes. The gum
on the floor of your cineplexes sticks
to the soles of my ruby slippers.
Gods of pop-eyed paparazzi and strobe-lit carpet,
let me eat the Danish Audrey Hepburn wouldn’t touch,
don the dress Kate Hepburn wouldn’t wear,
dine with the company Garbo wouldn’t keep,
sing Garland to sleep during the restless night.
Let me be Frankie, dancing with Annette
on a beach blanket under starlight – no bingo –
before the mothers of America, until dawn,
when sighted and unsighted emerge into the light.

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