"Founded in 1957 by the legendary Barney Rosset. Edited by Dale Peck. Committed to a progressive outlook, the off-beat, the alternative. Publishes fiction, nonfiction, poetry and video. Online only and free to read."
Open:
Yes
Vibe: Send us your best but less intimidating
Response time:
3-6 weeks
Payment:
Yes
Simultaneous submissions:
Yes
Previously published:
No
Submission fee:
$5
Expedited submissions:
No
Available in print:
No
Examples online:
Yes

Important stuff

Active on social media
Pays! $250 for essay/short story or group of poems
Submission fee, though waived in case of financial hardship

Genres

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Fiction

Max words: 7500
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Nonfiction

Max words: 7500
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Video

No specific limitations

Examples

'No Amplifiers' by Chris Leslie-Hynan

(excerpt)
Colin had been watching half an hour for the dust cloud that meant the band had turned off the highway, but as soon as he saw it he made himself go into the bathroom. He straightened his V-neck and tried to breathe evenly, stroking his thyroid with his thumb. “Anguish and travail,” he said to himself in the mirror. “Endure and prevail.” In the lot he found five men packed into an outmoded green Corolla with Idaho plates, the engine still running. He was going to wave them around back when he realized there wasn’t much gear to unload. The passenger window lowered and fell suddenly away. Colin found himself looking at a pockmarked face blockaded by a pair of smeared glasses.
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'States of the Union: Some Things in the Moment I Love' by Laurie Stone

(excerpt)
I find myself in a quandary about a friend, about whom I often think: What a fool you are, or, What a danger you are to yourself and others. These days she speaks out against COVID vaccines with such creative vehemence she’s quoted in national publications—a position issuing from a haze of metaphysical understandings she’s held as long as I've known her. I don’t associate with her and will not associate with her. I have long thought to myself while listening to her: Don't tell me more. For fear I will have to draw a line.
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'Found Poem Composed in Dearborn, Michigan' by Mariam Bazeed

(excerpt)
Found Poem Composed in Dearborn, Michigan, —Where Post–9/11 Streets Speak Arabic— in the Sixth Month —If You Wanted to Start Counting From When Actually Chinese, Not Just Italian, People Got Sick— of the Novel Coronavirus Pandemic, & a Few Days After the Fatal, Everyday Shooting of George Floyd
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