"Publishes original poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, and visual artwork, and feature a blend of emerging and established voices. Ranked as one of the 25 Fastest Fiction & Poetry Markets in Duotrope's database."
Open:
Yes, till March 31, 2023
Vibe: Send us your best but less intimidating
Response time:
1 week / 6 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:
0%
Country:
United States
Year founded:
1951
Has Masthead info:
Yes
Chill Subs Tracker Stats!
Total tracked subs
52
Average acceptance rate
0% (so far)
Average response time
6 days
Average acceptance time
-
Average rejection time
6 days
Fastest response time
2 days
Slowest response time
14 days
Important stuff
Fast response
Social media: Active only on Facebook
Genres
👌
Fiction
Max words: 2500Max pieces: 3
👌
Nonfiction
Max words: 2500Max pieces: 3
👌
Poetry
Max pieces: 5
👌
Art
Max pieces: 10
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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 :)
Peyton Toups
Editor-in-ChiefLaura Liu
Managing EditorAlex Moon
Managing EditorGemma Hong
Managing EditorElise Wallen-Friedman
Managing EditorArmie Francisco Chardiet
Managing EditorExamples
'SPLIT-BONED DOG' by Samantha DeFlitch
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineMy dog has a deformed rib, the vet says,
it doesn’t hurt her. Maybe she bumped
into a coffee table when she was two weeks,
or played too rough with a brother.
She’ll be fine. The vet continues her exam,
pulling back gums, good teeth, good dog.
'PEEL OUT' by Christopher Lanyon
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineI’ve been eating a bag of clementines a day. I googled “how many oranges do you have to eat a day before it kills you?” feeling ambivalent about the answer. One of the things worth living for is eating a bag of clementines a day. I leave a fine spray of sticky juice across my computer screen. My nails and fingertips are turning that sickly nicotine yellow that boys love to write about but this time it’s not cigarettes, it’s eating a bag of clementines a day.
'WHY I SHOULDN’T TIME TRAVEL' by David Galloway
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineIn fourth-grade band I played the trumpet
mainly because my father had a trumpet
and so I had a trumpet, not knowing that
convenience and great art seldom go together,
what I wanted, deeply wanted, was to play the
drums, but those who were going to play
had to go into another room, and that was too
much for me, shyness matched my desire,
so I was a trumpet player for six middling years,
never excelling, always watching the drums
and those who played them
'PICKING MARBLES FROM DIRT' by Blaze Bernstein
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineWhen I write, the world around me stops, and the gears in my head turn at a million miles per second. I write until I can’t write anymore, until the page is bursting with so many words and letters and syllables that if I were to fit one more period onto the end of a sentence the entire page might just burst and send missiles of consonants and vowels flying through the air, right back to where they came from. I have to choose what I put down on the page carefully, how the words roll off the tongue, how they mesh with their environment to create cohesive thoughts and sentences that drive forward the story towards its grand or garish denouement. The decision between brief and attaché or serene and halcyon lies only in the moment. I can always go back and edit and tweak what I have written, but it’s those first words that lick the paper that truly determine the story’s ultimate fate.
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