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Submission fee:
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Expedited submissions:
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Available in print:
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Examples online:
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Genres

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Fiction

Up to 30 pages
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Nonfiction

Up to 30 pages
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Poetry

Max pieces: 7Up to 20 pages
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Review

Max pieces: 3Maximum pages is 4; the minimum is 2 (title page not included).
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Art

Max pieces: 10
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Audio

Max pieces: 10
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Video

Max pieces: 10
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Photography

Max pieces: 10
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Comics

No specific limitations

Examples

'Turista Celestial' by Nicole Alva

(excerpt)
There is an Angel in Taos, New Mexico. In the middle of town among a cluster of shops, it stood tall. Made of glass and steel, painted with the blues of the ocean and the golds of the sun. It watched over the people, ever still, ever silent. The Angel could have stayed there forever. That was its job anyway. A pinnacle of protection and serenity, kind to those who lived here and those who traveled there. But after decades it was beginning to feel dull. He remembered the life he had before this and would’ve very much liked to return to it. A place in heaven with all of his brothers and sisters in eternal happiness--but his place was here.
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'I AM' by Troi Speaks

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I am beginning to shamelessly and fully love myself- I am emotional, black/brown, queer, worthy of what good I put out, and alive- in spite of those that are praying on my downfall; in spite of the Amerikkka I am surviving. I woke up today and somewhere in the world- somewhere too close for comfort, a racist fascist that could possibly be my neighbor, is shaking in their boots with fear fueled hatred of my existence.
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'14: A Detailed Account of the First Trip' by Annie Frietsch

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From what I remember, and my memory is quite hazy, I lived in a cave, a location only known by the most obscure deathlings, where I took care of the American dead who wanted more ritual to their rest. True American death enthusiasts knew the symbol of the cave, and they knew how and where to arrange their spot in it. It had become almost an urban legend to those out of the loop, for stickers and graffiti of the symbol were plastered everywhere, giving information to those who wanted it. The cave was no secret, but I also didn’t want publicity to make it into a fad. The cause had been near and dear to my heart, and I wanted everyone involved to be as genuine as I was.
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'To-do List' by Cristina Sassi

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1. Wake up and smash the patriarchy. I think this is self-explanatory, but the reminder is important that this is something that I need to do every day regardless of how exhausting it is. That’s what I get for moving to the South. 2. Pick up groceries. These muscles aren’t going to grow themselves. I mean they kind of do, but they need some assistance. Recovery is also important. Don’t forget beef for tacos. 3. Change over bedding. Sweating bodies, breathing, tossing – screaming. 4. Order media center. It’s fun watching movies in the bedroom, but if that’s the only place that the TV is then it’s not a surprise that everyone ends up in your bed. 5. Change over bedding
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