"We encourage broad interpretations of what the idea or image of an empty house might evoke. This includes but is not limited to writing about home, landscape, place, memory, and of course, the atmosphere of previously inhabited spaces."
Open:
Yes, till April 30, 2023
Vibe: Send us your best but less intimidating
Response time:
1 month / 103 days
Payment:
No
Simultaneous submissions:
Yes
Previously published:
Yes
Submission fee:
Free
Expedited submissions:
No
Available in print:
No
Examples online:
Yes
Average acceptance rate:
5.26%
Country:
United States
Year founded:
2018
Has Masthead info:
Yes
Chill Subs Tracker Stats!
Total tracked subs
23
Average acceptance rate
5.26% of subs
(5.88% of people)
Average response time
103 days
Average acceptance time
18 days
Average rejection time
108 days
Fastest response time
13 days
Slowest response time
493 days
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Accept previously published: "We are willing to read work that has appeared on an author’s personal site or blog or at an online venue that has closed provided that the work is otherwise no longer available or appears in a significantly different form and appropriate acknowledgements are included."
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Genres
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Fiction
Max words: 2000Max pieces: 1If you would like to submit a suite of up to 3 pieces shorter than 1000 words, please submit these in a single document.
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Nonfiction
Max words: 2000Max pieces: 1If you would like to submit a suite of up to 3 pieces shorter than 1000 words, please submit these in a single document.
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Poetry
Max pieces: 3
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Photography
Min pieces: 6Max pieces: 12We would like to see a collection of photographs that speak to each other and express an idea as a whole.
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Hybrid
No specific limitations
Masthead
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If you're an editor, you can edit your masthead in our admin panel :)
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EditorExamples
'TODAY' by Eleanor Rose Shaw
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineToday I'm sitting on the sofa
Unwashed, undressed but
This is something, more something than lying in
The dark watching a TV show on my phone that
Makes me weep with homesickness and loss.
Which is what I did yesterday.
'THERE WAS NO SALT IN THE HOUSE' by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineWe sat at our kitchen table with the stained blue tablecloth we thought would class up our empty apartment. The light from our trash-picked lamp cast shadows across your face and you looked like a dusty blue-eyed painting. Our table sat next to a window in the living room with the Venetian blinds torn off, and you were a part of the atmosphere.
During that endless summer, there was no salt in the house, so I flavored our meals with the rust from the bumper of your old Buick LeSabre. We had made a promise that no matter how drunk we got, we’d never get dinner from 7-11 on 40th and Walnut again. Two weeks later, we broke the promise and giggled like little kids going against the adult us-es as we swayingly pointed out what we wanted to eat, little foam mustaches of Porter on our faces. Twin conspirators, we picked out some extra bags of Lay’s potato chips—salt and vinegar and sour cream and onion—and laughed the entirety of the two blocks home. Your face was covered in blonde crumbs.
'HOUSEPOEM' by Mariah Bosch
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineI give up memories in exchange for others:
I ask my parents what they want to remember -
maybe a particular day or what color our old couch was
(the day we brought home snow / brown with orange poppies)
and I give them what I know for what they have.
I want to know what color my first bedroom was,
how my sister and I looked when we were playing
in the backyard, what my grandfather's voice sounded like
inside the expanse of the kitchen, and if I ever swung from the weeping willow vines -
I only remember them snapping in my hand, no matter how I twisted them together.
'I KEEP MY DISTANCE FROM HOME THESE DAYS' by Rachel Small
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineI have a habit of telling people that I live outside of town, a
proximity made up of miles and space unattended. A doll's head
caught up on a tree branch marks the halfway line, counting cars.
Sometimes I act like the town itself isn't both a launching and
end point on a map. This is how I detach myself, even when
my bones know the streets. Or how I separate home
from the articles I search for, or the girl who died in the same
park I threw picnics in.
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