"Its editorial tastes are broad, but in all cases it looks for craft in making and freshness of sensibility. Unlike many journals, SLANT looks favorably upon traditional verse forms and narrative poetry."
Open:
Yes, till March 31, 2023
Vibe: Send us your best but less intimidating
Response time:
3-4 months
Payment:
No
Simultaneous submissions:
Yes
Previously published:
No
Submission fee:
Free
Expedited submissions:
No
Available in print:
Yes
Examples online:
Yes
Average acceptance rate:
?
Country:
United States
Year founded:
1986
Has Masthead info:
Yes
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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 :)
Michael Blanchard
Editor-in-ChiefExamples
'Another Sailor, Lost At Sea' by Scott Blackwell
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineIt amazes me
that
this body, this thing that
is still supposed to be
me
after over half a century,
breathes, eats, shits,
continues to dream,
function,
continues not
to play—
but lives!—
'Disconnected' by David Stephenson
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineI've lost interest in a lot of things—
Sports, religion, money, politics—
Everything but music, basically
The whole combined flea circus and boat show.
Especially this new technology
That keeps people connected all the time,
Which is problematic for loners, but which
Most people love.
'Widow' by Jean L. Kreiling
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineShe gives his sweaters to Goodwill and knows
that he'd approve; she eats popcorn in bed,
and knows that he wouldn't. When she sleeps instead
of getting up to run, he'd say it shows
her sloth; but he'd be pleased that she still goes
to church (hymns heal the soul, he'd always said),
and he'd assure her that God isn't dead,
as this ungodly grief makes her suppose.
'Fall' by Ruth Holzer
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineThere was a time when I, despite it all,
though knowing well the vanity of grief,
mourned inconsolably for one dear friend,
my other self, now lost beyond recall;
when I could find no confort or relief
and thought the fractured world would never mend
my whole life long, that pain would only end
when I succumbed, a frail autumnal leaf.
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