"We want work that investigates and divines, that searches out and wants. We’re looking for accidental visitors, harbingers, and spectres."
Open:
Yes
Vibe: Send us your best but less intimidating
Response time:
3 months / 432 days
Payment:
No
Simultaneous submissions:
Yes
Previously published:
No
Submission fee:
Free
Expedited submissions:
No
Available in print:
No
Examples online:
Yes
Average acceptance rate:
11.11%
Country:
United States
Year founded:
2020
Has Masthead info:
Yes
Chill Subs Tracker Stats!
Total tracked subs
24
Average acceptance rate
11.11% of subs
(33.33% of people)
Average response time
432 days
Average acceptance time
3 days
Average rejection time
486 days
Fastest response time
3 days
Slowest response time
525 days
Important stuff
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Genres
👌
Hybrid
Max words: 3000lyric essay, cross-genre, VISUAL POETRY
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Poetry
Min pieces: 3Max pieces: 83-8 poems, in one document (pdf, doc), 10 page maximum
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Art
Max pieces: 8
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Co-FounderMaggie Nipps
Co-FounderExamples
'FLUSH LUSH KUSH' by Emily Bark Brown
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazinemushroom headed mushroom
also mario in marioland
what’s it called where mario is?
mario surrounded by killer flowers
rick moranis surrounded by killer flowers
little guys and huge flowers
a fairy is a small little guy inside a flower
a fairy is someone who holds a rose between teeth
like a dancer
like a deer eating a flower
like a flower taller than people
like a sunflower
like a whole bunch of sunflowers
seven feet tall
like an abandoned house covered in dust
surrounded by sunflowers
the kind of house you go to have sex
like the kind of house a teenage girl gang
runs away to
'Goldenrod' by Elijah Rushing Hayes
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineMy head is silent and pink. Elm. Cedar waxwing. Kingbird. I prefer people will strong noses. Hair
grazing my chest. I haven’t made a promise, and I’m still. I’m not lonely, and I don’t make rooms
neat. There’s a person nearby who’s going on a date. Who’s interested in touching. Who doesn’t
trust mystery, prefers plain. Five months have passed, and my boat isn’t tipping over but is stuck
on the same muddy waves, and I’m bobbing up and down under a sky that doesn’t speak. How
boring. Silver birch tree. If I could live in a place with monkeys and swing and bark and crow and
loud with louder and loud. I don’t want to become so kind that I can only be silent. I don’t want
dull air. I don’t want to trip anyone.
'The Light Appears, It Disappears, It Passes' by Gabrielle Grace Hogan
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazine saw a bridge become an arm,
gesturing. I saw a foal
fold back inside its mother. I saw
the warehouse where they store streets
after cars pass through them.
I saw an art exhibit
of four mirrors—gray paint
over glass. We arrive
at our reflections as the art.
$10 admission fee. I saw
a painting full of red,
flecked with careful light,
Sadak at the mountain-tilt,
clung to each bone-flinch, each
stone. I saw the white blades
through the windowblinds,
illuminating the skin
in digestive patches.
'Good Long Poem' by Tawanda Mulalu
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazinewas something I always wanted. Because something was never working inside of me.
Because something is never working inside of me. I’m working now, Sabrina, at the writing
like the way that you might be working, but not as well, not as frequent, not with the casual
viciousness of your words. was something I always want. Because of my attraction to plants,
I’d like to be buried in soil, be buried soft, be buried deep (I want to take a nap again, I always
want to take a nap again), with only the minimal awareness of things such that the sun is
something I might turn to, slowly. I’m a little bit vampiric. I’m into mouths. I’m into necks.
I’m into singing things. I’m heavy with all sorts of muddled horns. Long, hollow, cold.
Spittles flying all warm and solid. I’m aching with it. Please let me ache with the warmth.
Please ache with the warmth with me. was something I will always want.
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