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The Holy Grail Press is dedicated to promoting work that standard publishers... you know, those with standards, might be reluctant to publish, which pretty much leaves poetry.  And let's face it:  No one publishes poetry.  So in the end, we’re left with a lot of free time.



Word of the Every So Often  

May 27, 2022

wonk:  (noun)  often used derogatorily, a person who takes a particularly specialized interest in the minute details of a field of study, especially with politics.  You want to know about the influence of Russian immigrants on the passage of the infrastructure bill?  Then just ask Bill, he's our resident wonk.


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Friday, February 27, 2015

 Grand Opening!

The Holy Grail Press is proud to announce the Grand Opening of its Regional Headquarters in Portland, Oregon.  It’s not that we particularly need to have an office in Portland, it just seemed like the best way to get Michael Soetaert out of our Main Office here in Seattle.  Even being in charge of a major publishing company’s regional headquarters, Soetaert apparently still has nothing better to do than play disc golf.


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Wednesday, February 18, 2015


"Seriously.  Do you think it matters which one we choose?" 

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Dinner at Chez Rupert 

Good evening.  My name is Ruben, and I will be your Water Steward this evening.  Tonight we are featuring locally purified organic water, gently poured into a hand cut crystal that is kept precisely at 72 degrees.  Each ice cube is then added one at a time, to prevent shocking the water, giving you the perfect ice water experience.  It is a bargain at twenty-four dollars a glass.  And for an after dinner treat, might I suggest saving room for our internationally famous Aqua Brûlée?  While you are deciding, might I introduce Carlos, our Crouton Chef.


9:54 am pst 

Monday, February 9, 2015

Rutherford B. Hayes
Presidents Day is just around the corner, and since apparently nobody in the United States’ know’s how to use an apostrophe, it means’ we get to choose which president to celebrate, and this’ year, here at HGP, weve chosen Rutherford B. Haye's!

Rutherford Birchard Hayes (no relation to Isaac) was born in 1822 in Ohio, the state he called home until he died there of a heart attack in 1893. (Rutherford B. Hayes, 2006)  In between he was a lawyer, a congressman, the governor of Ohio, and the 19th president of the United States (that’s the United States of America, not Mexico).

Stop me if any of this sounds familiar...


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Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Remember the Rabbit

Bobby Boxwood had begged his mother for a rabbit.  The magazine advertisement that sold the rabbit and the cage said that you could go into business for yourself.  Breeding rabbits.  It was possible to make $200 a month.  A veritable fortune.


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