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Ongoing Submission Opportunities
Do you have trouble keeping deadlines in mind? Or, perhaps you just finished a brilliant piece and want to submit now! Listed below are sites to learn about new calls for submission and publications with open-ended or rolling deadlines. Sites that report new calls for submission: Poets and Writers: calls from journals, agents, and editors. […]
“To Mis-Carry” by Elizabeth Callahan Steiner
“I want her back when you’re done.” They will toss you out, flush you down. They won’t know to stop when my Grandpa’s eyes – like sky – are there. And your nose? They won’t know. That’s your daddy and sister – right there! “I want her back when you’re done.” Forty-five minutes […]
“Out West Trip March, 1989” by Caren Stuart
Rising, surprising, from Arizona’s dry palette, Jerome is still clinging to the side of its hill, its roads steeply climbing and lined with the houses and shops built by miners long since moved on, where Slim Chance & Friends are pickin’ nights at The Palace drinkin’ watered down high balls in tall, smoky rooms, where […]
Lessons From the Slush Pile!
Sixteen brave writers submitted their first pages of poetry or prose to our Slush Pile! event April 17, 2021. Our panel—Noah Stetzer, Ty Stumpf, and Tracy Crow—provided insightful critiques and helpful advice. They also admitted their biases. Three themes emerged in the discussion: Everything that is important needs to be on the first […]
“Deer Scat” by Judith Stanton
Scat in the rose beds, scat in the drive, under the pine trees, dotting the lawn, down in the ditches where day lilies grow, scattered on flagstones that lead to the porch, by the nandina the deer strip of red berries, over to beauty bushes and swamp azalea they prune for us. […]
Sweet Deal by Sam Barbee
Deities are nomads – clapping wanderers spilling and spouting wisdoms on slopes, in tents until enough of us sanctify a place they can call home. A cellar, a barn, church, temple or tabernacle – out of the weather, in from the hillside – upgrade the boulder to ornate altar. Polish the halo beneath […]
2019 One Syllable Winner: “Life’s a Tale You Write as You Go” by Judith Stanton
Or so said Gran, the old witch. Who knew what she saw, what lay in the way; the then, the now, the what would be. For me, who loved her, and the tall pole beans she grew out back, and the wild red rose in her front yard where the red oaks soared high […]
2018 One Syllable Winner: “Don’t” by Pat Shipman
I don’t talk much. They say I should. They say it is rude. They say I am strange, not right like them. They say they get scared when I don’t speak. I do not say mean things. I do not say at all. But if you talk, they learn who you are. The sounds […]