"Letters to you (Newsletter & online mag publishing short form writing of all types, sent to your inbox once a month)"
Open:
Yes
Vibe: Weird / outsider / wtf even is it
Response time:
2 weeks
Payment:
No
Simultaneous submissions:
Yes
Previously published:
Yes
Submission fee:
Free
Expedited submissions:
No
Available in print:
No
Examples online:
Yes

Important stuff

Accept previously published
"No word count although we like to select shorter submissions so it’s easier to digest from your phone."
"We’re hosting our first reading in the NYC area in July and hope to do more events. We don’t have print available now, but hoping to do an annual print edition starting this holiday season!"

Genres

👌

Fiction

No specific limitations
👌

Nonfiction

No specific limitations
👌

Poetry

No specific limitations
👌

Hybrid

No specific limitations
👌

Anything

No specific limitations

Examples

'How to Survive Spring* (selections)' by Sol Paz Kistler

(excerpt)
Start by reading the signs on your morning walk into work. The season is changing; it’s those first, terribly precious indications that winter is acquiescing to spring. Through the patches of frost you can see the milky, pendulous heads of the snowdrop flower, Galanthus nivalis, pushing up through the benumbed ground. The light is clear and supple, and the rain is a soft mist that lays itself gently against your face; gossamer like a bridal veil. Birds are flashing among branches, softly mewling and quivering with excitement at the return of the light. The only spring ephemerals you can see so far are the G. nivalis, but the Narcissus poeticus, with their solitary buds wrapped in dry, papery spathes will be next to open.
Read the full piece in the magazine

'Sonnet: Retrocausal Theory of History' by Kevin Soto

(excerpt)
Rem Koolhaas, whose name reminds me of the ice cream sandwiches sold at Urban Outfitters, spoke of “blind happiness,” which he defined in apophatic terms. Not the ephemeral appeasement of the lizard brain through consumer goods. Not the vision that Catherine of Siena recounted in a letter, where she saw the eternal soul bloom from the neck stump of a Perugian, “so aware of the fragrance of blood that I could not remove the blood which had splashed on me.”
Read the full piece in the magazine

'A Psychic Gives Report to Her Husband' by Jim Evans

(excerpt)
A flower stand by a bus stop. A pink rip in the sky. It was dusk. She would have witnessed a car crash then had she not been practicing. On her forehead hands materialized, each cupping a lobe of skull. From the crown of her head a second pair of hands came to lay across the first, making a knuckle-y lattice. The face-covering portion of this hand-helmet was a gesture of concentration and unity: fingertips pressed flatly together below her upper lip, the thumbs beside her nostrils. And from her clavicle, hands that jutted out as if to catch what fell from her mouth.
Read the full piece in the magazine

'The Vitamin D Deficiency' by Stacey Streshinsky

(excerpt)
She was 15 when her father sat her down to talk. Soon you will probably start thinking about having children. She doesn’t remember what else he said; she’s not sure there’s much more to remember. The fact remains: this day, almost exactly ten years ago, marked the arrival of a new, sobering clarity — childbearing was expected to be the pinnacle of her existence. Laughable to have thought that she could ever be an Artist, not a Mother. About two-and-a-half years later, her father’s new wife took her shopping. “You have to start dressing the part of a marriageable young woman,” she said, handing the girl a pair of six-inch heels made of baby blue leather. Presumably, this is what she had done and it’d worked!
Read the full piece in the magazine

Contributors on Chill Subs (0)

No one has added their publication in this magazine yet :) Be the first!

All contributors

Contributors are coming :)

(or not, maybe it's too many of them)