Roan Literary Press Launched in Sacramento

Above:Roan Press Logo.

Brad Buchanan and his wife, Kate Washington,launched Roan Literary Press today. The event took place at The Book Collector, located in Sacramento, California. Roan Press is a small literary press which Buchanan describes as "Sacramento's long-overdue local literary publisher", unrivaled so far by any other within city limits. Roan Press's mission is to introduce readers to what Buchanan calls "deserving, talented and ambitious writers from the greater Sacramento area and beyond." He also pointed out that its purpose is to "publish high-quality books in any genre: poetry, fiction, essays, and memoir." The literary press plans to publish 1-2 books a year.

Roan's launch happened concurrent with the release party for the press's first poetry publication, "Swimming the Mirror", by Brad Buchanan. Buchanan recited poetry from this collection, which contains poetry dedicated to his daughter.
Above: Brad Buchanan, Roan Press Co-founder.

Buchanan will also be holding readings at several Sacramento venues, leading to his big reading event scheduled for August 11 at the Sacramento Poetry Center, which he will share with Texas-based poet Wendy Carlisle.

Roan Press is also already soliciting and reviewing writings and art dealing with (or inspired by) the Nevada City harpist and composer/songwriter Joanna Newsom, and, beyond this, all other submissions can be on any themes.

The new press particularly welcomes submissions from Northern California writers, but is open to work from anyone, anywhere. Roan Press is going to be the first multi-genre publisher based in Sacramento. Other literary presses have focused on poetry, but the launching of Roan Press will cover a growing need for publishing services in the region.

More information: Roan Press, P.O. Box 160406, Sacramento, CA or by email to roanpress@gmail.com

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