"A literary magazine all about censorship. We take inspiration from the little magazines of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. We welcome poetry, prose and visual art, as experimental as they come!"
Theme:
Censorship
Vibe: Send us your best but less intimidating
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No
Simultaneous submissions:
Yes
Previously published:
No
Submission fee:
Free
Expedited submissions:
No
Available in print:
No
Examples online:
Yes
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Year founded:
2021
Has Masthead info:
Yes
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Masthead
We currently list only main editors, more will be added later!
If you're an editor, you can edit your masthead in our admin panel :)
If you're an editor, you can edit your masthead in our admin panel :)
Bea Prutton
Editor-in-ChiefExamples
'Be Positive' by Janaya Fuller-Evans
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineI am special. I am special. Please, let me be special. No, that's wrong.
I am special. I am filled with universal radiance and I am loved by the universe and I am rich, I have lots of money.
(Except I don't.) Stop. (Except there is $15.68 in my bank account) Begin again.
I am filled with the opulence of a thousand suns. I have all the wealth I need inside of me. I am special. My bank account is full. I am not hungry.
No nots. Just ams.
(I could really go for a sandwich.) Not now.
No nots.
'Repetition' by Ben Riddle
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineI am sitting with a backpack by the
side of the road kept company by a sign
that says some time a bus will
come -
I love the assumptions that humans make
about one another, that assume a frigid
kind of collective cornerstone
a chilled distilled
relationship with trust that presumes
my clock matches your clock, or
that we both see the same
colour red,
'RED FLAG' by HLR
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineOvernight, Cordelia built The Savoy out of silk.
It was extraordinary. I’ve never seen a spider web so complicated, so stylish.
Multiple floors, layers upon layers of intricate netting, stretching from one corner of
the window to the other, with remarkably solid foundations and an impressive roof
that glittered in the sunlight. It was too big a space for herself alone and every day I
expected to find that her family or her lover had moved in. But no, just a fly here
and there, caught, I imagined, when I’d carefully crack open the window to let out
cigarette smoke.
'THE VOICES IN MY FATHER'S STUDY' by Sarah Robin
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineI was sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of the fire playing with some toy
soldiers when I heard the voices for the first time. I wasn’t scared, but I was
curious as they weren’t voices I had heard before. I thought maybe my mother
had visitors in the lounge, however when I passed her to go to the bathroom, she
was sitting doing her needlework with nobody but Winston, our old cat.
When I returned to the study, I paused by the doorway and looked at my father –
well, I say I looked at my father, he was always hidden by The Times in the
evenings. It was a comical sight, like the newspaper had its own pair of tailored
trousers and shiny brown boots, with puffs of cigar smoke occasionally rising
from behind.
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