"A literary journal that has been edited and published by students in the Creative Writing Program at the University of Mary Washington since 2013."
Vibe: Send us your best but less intimidating
Response time:
6 months / 84 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:
14.29%
Country:
United States
Year founded:
2013
Has Masthead info:
Yes
Chill Subs Tracker Stats!
Total tracked subs
12
Average acceptance rate
14.29% of subs
Average response time
84 days
Average acceptance time
209 days
Average rejection time
59 days
Fastest response time
52 days
Slowest response time
209 days
Genres
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Fiction
Max words: 8000Submissions may contain one piece up to 8,000 words or three pieces of flash, each containing 1,000 words or fewer.
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Nonfiction
Max words: 8000Submit a single essay with a maximum length of 8,000 words or three shorter pieces each containing no more than 1,000 words.
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Poetry
Max pieces: 5
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Audio
Max pieces: 3Submit up to three short pieces or one longer work up to 15 minutes in length per submission.
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Art
Min pieces: 5Max pieces: 20
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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 :)
Grace Hopps
Editor-in-ChiefSydney German
Managing EditorMadeleine Carberry
Lead Fiction and Nonfiction Editorfiction
nonfiction
Miranda Colbert
Lead Fiction and Nonfiction Editorfiction
nonfiction
Azeiza Hamza
Lead Poetry Editorpoetry
Aliza Haskal
Lead Poetry Editorpoetry
Examples
'Somewhere in Montana, Maybe' by Nancy Lynée Woo
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineI have pockets of questions, spilling out
answers to nothing. Like, do dogs in space
still kick in their sleep? What’s a plot of land
at 50,000 feet cost? How many saints will fit
in the heaven of tomorrow? Endlessly,
I’m plagued. The pleasure of thought decays.
Imagine how easy it would be to destroy
the entire known universe in pursuit
of the perfect paper clip. Polar bears
are not a high priority for whom?
'Dental Therapy' by Geoff Martin
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineI used to go to the dentist to feel better about myself.
“You never had braces, huh?” various dentists have commented throughout my adult years. “So straight. Good bite, too.” Only one adult filling leadens my mouth, but it’s forgettable, way back in there, and at least twenty years old now. On my way out of dental appointments, I’d grown accustomed to running my tongue along my teeth with a certain amount of pride.
In Chicago, after a stupendously bad experience under the x-ray gun at one particular office (a visit that began with the dentist’s voice reproaching some crying child down the hall—“Sss-top. Stop it! This doesn’t hurt”—and that ended with flagrant insurance fraud in my account), I landed in the padded chair of a Ukrainian dental hygienist who was positively ecstatic about the state of my teeth.
'Mornings Are Mostly Made of Habits' by Anthony DiPietro
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazinescience says we have 70,000 thoughts
per day, not counting
my impulse to jerk
the steering wheel and miss the guardrail,
not counting the taste of orange
wedges, nor the way their sugar makes my fingers
stick to one another, not counting
anything I do in the dark
or before dressing, because wash and brush,
shampoo and rinse, and socks before shoes
and tying the laces are habits
controlled by the lizard brain,
'Bear Country' by William Braun
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineThe problem was you were always jumpy and I was always silent. You’d be in the bedroom, matching socks and folding towels the correct way, when I’d appear in the doorway and you’d start like one of those women who is about to be murdered in the first five minutes of those Scandinavian dramas you always watched without me. Or you’d be in the kitchen, draping scraps of uncooked bacon over uncooked breasts of chicken, when I’d pad over the tiles in wool socks, and you’d spring like I’d tripped a wire, your hands up and glistening with meat slime, eyes baby-big and blue, defenseless as they always are in your selfies.
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