"We like pieces that are intimate, pieces that challenge the status quo, pieces that our readers will be thinking about when they are driving home late at night. We like humor, especially when that humor serves a bigger purpose."
Open:
Yes, till May 31, 2023
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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?
Country:
United States
Year founded:
2018
Has Masthead info:
Yes
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Max words: 2000Max pieces: 3
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Max words: 2000Max pieces: 3
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Max pieces: 5
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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 :)
Emylee Frank
EditorKali Heals
Community OutreachTerra Iverson
Brice Maiurro
Huascar Medina
Morgan L. Ventura
Examples
'Pretzels' by Danny Mazur
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineEvery night before bed
I would wander into my Dad’s kingdom
Laying on his king-sized bed
With a book and pretzels scattered across his hairy chest
His trusted steeds (10 lb. twin toy poodles)
Intently waited for treats
A low static from AM talk radio filled the room
He removed suit and tie
Donning blue converse shorts, no shirt
I remember the way his toes would wiggle
How he would tell me what he was reading about
How crumbs would fall from his lips
As he laughed at his own jokes
'the alley poets' by chelsea cook
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineLet me show you
Where the poets live.
They gather in an alley, at midnight, under the full moon,
To read dirty haiku and make a ruckus in the streets.
Rebels!
But they are caring rebels.
Tonight, I found the alley poets
And took a dose of love.
How are you feeling? they ask.
Good, I say.
(Good is always the right answer, the work answer.)
No, tell us how you really feel.
Depressed.
That’s better, because it’s honest. Now come here:
“Every day, we’ll show you a moment so golden you must close your eyes to see it.”
I must stick around for that day.
'The Kind of Diner' by Samantha Steiner
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineThe kind of diner where the benches are turquoise vinyl, where the tables are edged in steel and there’s a tin full of half-used crayons by the register. Maybe there’s a jukebox. Maybe the jukebox actually works. Maybe it swallows your nickel.
The kind of bagel shop where half the walls are exposed brick and the other half are glass, where all the furniture was bought at an estate sale. Orders are handwritten on a notepad with a ballpoint pen and strung on the laundry line that spans the counter. There is no bathroom. Even the employees have to duck into the office building across the street on their lunch breaks.
'None of That' by Anna Leahy
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineA friend, a fellow poet, announces
that he will someday open a restaurant
called None Of That,
wanting customers to say
Oh, I’ll have none of that,
and by that, he means cheese!
What confidence!
I see now, only years later,
its acronym: NOT.
I am jealous of his utter disdain.
I am jealous of his unwavering voice.
What would I not serve?
What would I not allow on my menu?
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