Most events are installed on their deadline date, unless there is a long submission window or unless it's a rolling submission.
P=Poetry, N=Nonfiction, F=Fiction
We see “woman” as a broad category with space for an array of gender identities and expressions. We welcome contributions from bi+ women who identify as trans, non-binary, cis, and beyond.
We want to know about the road trip gone wrong, the family vacation from hell, and the time your mother-in-law almost burnt down the house on Thanksgiving.
Halfway Down the Stairs publishes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction and accepts work in most genres.
We encourage contributors to explore how matters of the spirit and environmental thinking influence their observations about the coming election.
PRISM strives to uplift and shine a light on emerging and established voices across Canada and internationally.
We want to hear from the girls, the guuurls, the butches, the fags, femmes, twinks, DINKs, dykes and bears. The aros, aces and the greys.
The First Line is an exercise in creativity for writers and a chance for readers to see how many different directions we can take when we start from the same place.
Sound could be taken in the literal sense, but sound and silence implies dissent, the eruption and censure of the protest or the riot. We are especially excited to welcome submissions that engage this conceptual territory, loosely defined.
Isn’t the start of something new incredibly, deliciously exciting? Here at CRAFT, we want to share in that excitement by reading the first chapter(s) of your novel in progress.
This month, we want stories about sports. About the dreams involved. About the gambling. About the competition. About the broken bones. If it involves sports and it’s noir, we’ll see you at the finish line.
Who were you in the 1970s? An adult, a teen, a child, or just a glimmer in someone's eye?
We’re eager to see where your creativity takes you in this sunlit journey. Let your words bring the heat and magic of summer to life.
Music, perhaps the most inscrutable, yet the most intimate of all aesthetic forms. Ancient yet immediate, an ally for celebrations, a therapy for sorrow, a vehicle to voice dissent, a lullaby to fall asleep to.
Though we live in a selfie culture, we seem to have become correspondingly less self-aware. What can we do to pause, and to reflect? What might help us in the process of regarding others as full human beings, even when we may disagree with them? Why do we hate hypocrites so much?
How has your community been affected by climate change? What might the future have in store for your region, according to the modeling or changes you’ve witnessed firsthand?
We publish quality poetry of any genre and length congruent with our themes, including traditional poems, form poems, prose poems, and narrative poems.
This quarterly literary journal inspires fresh ideas from writers around the world in all stages of their writing career.
We're putting together a love letter to pop, fun, and youth, and taking these things seriously. Camp and kitsch are invited.
In our fifth issue, Cascade, we invite you to share your stories, feelings, wishes, fears, and maybe even a hint of your soul with others.
We seek personal, lyrical, critical, and experimental work in under 650 words.