"An annual literary magazine that illuminates the class struggle(s) hidden in the shadows of our culture. We feature short fiction and poetry, as well as essays and commentary on culture, politics, and everything in between."
Vibe: Send us your best but less intimidating
Response time:
2-4 weeks
Payment:
Yes
Simultaneous submissions:
Yes
Previously published:
No
Submission fee:
Free
Expedited submissions:
No
Available in print:
No
Examples online:
Yes

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Pays! CA$10 for poetry, and CA$20 for fiction, essays, and commentary

Genres

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Fiction

Max words: 5000
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Nonfiction

In your pitch, please include a paragraph description of the direction you envision for your essay. If you have already written your essay, please attach a 1-2 page sample in your email
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Poetry

Max pieces: 5
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Review

Max words: 1200
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Hybrid

Visual poetry

Examples

'Water is Dying' by Russ Gifford

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I recall those days spread thin, a youth in the throes of delusion— time never of the essence and essences but mere assumptions regarding pavement, burnt feet and haircuts in the kitchen— brick jungle and midcentury vinyl dotting the landscape both mental and real Pegs on axels and the cul-de-sac a byproduct always appreciated until the edge of modernity finally collapsed into something distinct, coinciding with a faculty never quite grasped.
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'Daguerreotype' by Colin Dardis

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A leaf will only tell you a name, revealing nothing of height, age, expanse, who planted the seed. A page is a small whisper, anonymous of beginning, middle or end of the whole story. One film frame will not hint at motion or dimension, the director’s voice silent. [You can’t taste the cream by plucking cherries from the top of the trifle.]
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'What Can You Say Against a Death Machine?' by Marty Shambles

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THE TV’S VOLUME had diminishing returns. It went to 100 arbitrary volume units, but topped out at 50. The manufacturers thought I wouldn't notice, but I sure as fuck did. I wanted to rival the neighbours' noise, which is the sound of dying. I live next door to the largest factory in the world. It's a factory factory. It makes factories. Most people don't know that the sound of factories being made is the sound of dying. The factory is the size of 20 Empire States. The smokestacks are each the size of a luxury cruise ship, billowing clouds that fill the sky. I haven't seen the sun in months. Nothing grows here.
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'Why Death Anxiety is on the Rise' by Alexander Shah

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‘HOW CAN I REST, how can I be at peace?’ Gilgamesh asks himself upon recognizing that he, like all men before him, will someday die. Beset by these tormenting thoughts, the Mesopotamian king travels across the Land of Night and Waters of Death to seek Utanapishtim, an ancient man who is said to grant immortality. To his luck, the ancient man agrees to grant Gilgamesh what he so deeply desires. The only caveat being that he must first manage to stay awake for six days and seven nights. Perhaps given the dearth of caffeine present in Uruk at the time, Gilgamesh fails at this endeavour and Utanapishtim denies his wish. He is doomed to be mortal.
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