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"A nonprofit literary journal dedicated to supporting writers and poets, encouraging readership, and promoting literary scholarship."
Open:
Yes
Vibe: Weird / outsider / wtf even is it
Response time:
6 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:
0%
Country:
United States
Year founded:
2013
Has Masthead info:
Yes
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Active on social media
Available in print. We provide contributor copies and nominate for prizes and awards.
Promote writers even after publication - hype hype hype
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Fiction
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Nonfiction
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Poetry
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Review
Max words: 2000
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Interview
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Art
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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 :)
Keith J. Powell
Editor-in-ChiefStephen Beachy
Prose EditorKaren Farmer
Poetry Editorpoetry
Examples
'The Moro' by Miguel Barnet (Translated by George Henson)
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineThe sky at this hour melts into the ocean. The egrets are dark specks against the backdrop. A single blinking yellow beacon lights up the rocky strip along the malecĂłn. The taste of saltpeter coats my tongue, and I savor the night with a sense of modesty. The night is long and bustling, and while I wait for the Moro, I dive into the pulp of bodies. The members of the tribe know me. They know Iâm a queer fish, a loner.
'Anatomy of a Botched Assimilation' by Jesus Quintero
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineIn 1986 we moved from Linda, California, where I went to Cedar Lane School with all the migrant children, to the neighboring town of Olivehurst, where I would go to school with the whites. During the Great Depression, the poorest of the USâthenâOklahomaâleft their dust bowl to get into this bowl: the concave bowl being Californiaâs Central Valley north of Sacramento, and the rim being the mountains. Olivehurst was full of poor white people, and then we came. We were pioneers, one of the first Mexican families to call this Okie place home.
'Mary Oliver Is Dead' by Kristin Fogdall
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineand I want to know
did she ever watch the gulls at Race Point hang
on nothing but invention,
moving a little up,
a little down,
strung on thread,
and did she ever feel not
the invisible force of poetry or love or being
held in a net of earthly connection,
'The Taco Robbers From Last Week' by Steve Bargdill
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineDean didnât think heâd ever again feel comfortable at Taco Bell, but he agreed to Tacos El Chimpaâs because No EstĂĄn Buenos ⊠¥Pero quitan el hambre! had been spray-painted underneath the sign. Dean knew enough Spanish to know that meant bad tacos. If weâre going to eat tacos, he said, they should at least be terrible. The waiter placed glasses of jetsam-flaked water in front of the boys. The water rose out of the glasses to the yellow-stained ceiling, formed little gray clouds bumping against each other, and sent tiny shocks of lightning, making everyoneâs hair on their arms stand on end.
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