Literary Journals To Submit To Within The Next Three Months

SUBMIT TO FERAL, A JOURNAL OF ART AND POETRY

Do you write poetry that is brave, wild, painful, loving, full of teeth and beastliness? If so, then FERAL(A Journal of Art and Poetry) is your place.

Meanwhile it should be noted that FERAL has no place for sexist, homophobic, racist or discriminatory work. Evidently, They are committed to diversity and publishing equitable and inclusive work and thus encourage submissions(but not limited to) from women poets, neurodivergent poets, LGBT poets and poets of colour. International submissions are welcome but are only works in English are being considered.

FERAL also nominates for Best of The Net and the Pushcart Prizes.

The journal publishes quarterly with submission windows spread through the year, here are their windows for 2020-2021:

February 1 – March 15: Published April 1, 2020
May 1 – June 15: Published July 1, 2020
August 1 – September 15: Published October 1, 2020
November 1 – December 15: Published January 1, 2021

Submissions should be sent to: feralpoetryandart[AT]gmail[DOT]com

It should be noted that the journal doesn’t publish work which has been published elsewhere. Work previously published on your personal social media pages and website don’t fall under this country.

For more about submissions and submission guidelines, why don’t you check out https://feraljournal.wordpress.com/submissions/  ?

Lolwe, a New Magazine of Literature & Photography, Calls for Submissions to Inaugural Issue, Guest-edited by Itiola Jones, Moso Sematlane and J K Anowe

Lolwe is a new online magazine dedicated to the publication of fiction, poetry, photography, literary criticisms and personal essays established in January 2020 by the Kenyan writer Troy Onyango.

Lolwe: From Nam Lolwe, the original or traditional Luo name for Lake Victoria meaning “endless lake/water body”. Therefore, Lolwe meaning endless, meaning “having or seeming to have no end or limit”.

The founder/editor,Troy Onyango, is a Kenyan writer whose has had his works published in published in Prairie Schooner, Wasafiri, Caine Prize Anthology, Johannesburg Review of Books, Ebedi Review, Kalahari Review , Transition and Nairobi Noir among others. He won the inaugural Nyanza Literary Festival Prize and he was first runner-up in the Black Letter Media Competition, he has also been shortlisted for the Short Story Day Africa Prize, the Brittle Paper Awards, and nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He graduated with a Bachelor of Laws from The University of Nairobi and completed his MA in Creative Writing with from the University of East Anglia, where he was a recipient of the Miles Morland Foundation Scholarship.

The magazine’s submission window is currently open for its inaugural issue. It seeks work that is courageous, unique, and blurs or pushes boundaries. The magazine will be guest-edited by Brittle Paper Award for Poetry winners JK Anowe and Itiola Jones and Short Story Day Africa Prize finalist Moso Sematlane, who is Mosotho (from Lesotho).

Submission Guidelines

Submissions open: February 1 to February 29, 2020.

What to submit: Fiction, essays, poetry, and photography. (Lolwe can only republish translations where the text is available in both English and another language.)

Send to: editor@lolwe.org.

Format: Word document, Times New Roman, pt 12, double-spaced

Limit: 1,000-10,000 words for fiction and essays. 3-5 poems. 5-10 images/artwork.

Response time: 2-3 months after submission deadline. Queries to info@lolwe.org.

Payment: Lolwe will offer a modest remuneration to the pieces that are accepted for publication.

A brief bio should accompany the submission.

Inquiries should be addressed to editor@lolwe.org.

Visit https://lolwe.org/ .

SUBMIT TO KISSING DYNAMITE

My work as a teacher of English, writer, and editor has left me with the overarching question:  “Who gets to tell the story?”  As we know, large groups of folks historically have been left out of the realm of publishing, often leaving us with “a single story.”  And even as the writing community has begun to address underrepresentation in our art and letters, we still in small ways bar entry into publishing:  submission fees, narrow definitions of what makes “good” literature, limited access.  There are wonderful journals out there doing the critical work of providing accessible venues for multiple voices, and I want to do my part by joining that effort. 

          —Christine Taylor, Editor-in-Chief, Kissing Dynamite Poetry

Kissing Dynamite is a art and literary journal that publishes twelve poems each month. Its goal is to present multiple facets of a theme/topic/issue to break the narrative of “the single story.”

Why don’t you visit https://www.kissingdynamitepoetry.com/ ?

SUBMIT TO AGBOWO LIT+ART MAGAZINE THEMED “MEMORY”

Agbowó is an Afrocentric literary and arts community. The editors are committed to curating great literary and visual African art, listening to new and emergent voices and embracing ground-breaking artistic expression. They are devoted to the creation of a platform where the works of African writers and artists come alive and readers find the most disturbingly provocative work.

Agbowo is now receiving submissions for their upcoming issue themed “Memory”. agbowo accepts submissions of works of poetry, fiction, visual arts, essays, non-fiction and photography by Africans.

Deadline for Submission is March 31st, 2020.

A recent Harvard study found that our memory plays a crucial role in our creative capabilities. It revealed that when we reminisce about something we’ve experienced about in the past, it utilizes something known as episodic memory. This in turn helps to trigger divergent, or creative, thinking.

Agbowo seeks works that interrogate “Memory”. While they are delighted in anticipation of works examining the memory of places, people, pets and emotions, they are really hoping that their contributors go beyond the examination of memory as what it is.

Submissions should be sent, as MS Word attachments or high-resolution images, accompanied by a short bio to prose.agbowo@gmail.com, essays.agbowo@gmail.com, poetry.agbowo@gmail.com, and visualarts.agbowo@gmail.com for fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and visual arts/photography submissions respectively. The subject line of the email should read “Submission for Memory Issue”.

Please submit no more than 3 poems, 1 short-story or essay, or 5 photographs for consideration.

The deadline for submissions is the 31st of March, 2020.

Visit Agbowo https://agbowo.org/call-for-submissions-memory-agbowo-july-2020/

Why don’t you take that manuscript gathering dust on the shelf or in a folder(as the case may be) , tweak it a little bit and send it out there? Oh, and don’t forget to share!

How Big Is The World?

In the beginning, there was the myth. Or was it the truth? The story goes that there were two men and two women. This was after Chukwu, the chief god woke up from his deep sleep and glanced around him. And every glance became a star. And the stars lengthened into nebulae, into galaxies and into vast stretches of light.

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  One day, the men asked one another, “how big is the world?”, but neither knew. That was why they asked.

  In the beginning—this beginning, man had not come to serve objective truth. He plunged with unbridled passion into pools of mystery. Sometimes, he found his feet on alien dry ground. Other times, most times, he bobbed up and down, arms flailing in distress.

  So, the men with their women— beings supple in form, firm of bosom and fair to look upon— decided to travel in opposite directions on a quest to find out how big the world is. Not before they put an udala seed beneath the earth on which they stood.

  Each man travelled and travelled. Through lands of scorching suns, rivers of roaring rapids, lands of numbing ice, into the deep and into the wilds. Suns dimmed into moons, moons lengthened into seasons and seasons morphed into years.

  Soon enough, on a certain day, each of these men saw a shadow in the distance. And as he got closer, the shadow became substance, and the substance was a crowd. As he beheld the crowd, he saw his partner, the other man of the beginning—now bent with age, with his woman—now a mass of bones and graying hair. But there were other things—other men and women—men thick in limbs and straight as arrows, women supple in form and fair to look upon.

  Each man stood in wonder as he beheld the nation his friend had become, and rubbed the trunk of the great udala tree in bewilderment . Both were in awe of how majestic it was and in astonishment at how big the world is.

How To Push Someone Over a Cliff or Better Still, Make them Dash Their Phone On The Wall : A Short Exposé.

Chat them up.

Make the convo interesting. Discuss stuff with them. Let them open up and contribute to the conversation enthusiastically.
Continue that for the next five minutes.

Let them send one long ass message : probably about how they like you, how their day went,something interesting that happened to them, anything.

Just make sure it’s a long message whose subject matter is a thing of great importance to them.

As if in reply to the message, click on your message box and let your keyboard come up(of course, your data is still on). Drop your phone and go do something with your life : wash a dish, sweep a floor, anything.

All the while, typing… is showing on their side.

Do some stuff with your life a little more.

By now, it must have been about 25 minutes to half an hour that you’ve been away.

Come back, and reply with “k”

This was the reason why a high school student in California went to school with a revolver and shot a teacher, ten students and the girl he was crushing on. And that’s homicide, double homicide I think.

Alternatively, they might just smash their phone on the wall or jump over a cliff and come back to haunt you as “the Broken Bogeyman”.

You don’t know who needs to hear this, that’s why you should share it.

Fall!

DEPARTURE

I felt pretty much the same way too.

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DEPARTURE by Roman Oriogun

I came across these poems on Brittle Paper while on a bus ride. I remember the poet’s name from the 14:We are Flowers Anthology I read last year. I enjoyed Departure. My heart aches with each line and smiled with others.

“i was born to be darkness hiding under a cave

& i know the weight of exile in a body”.

The first poem called Departure artistically narrates being queer in a dangerous and unaccepting place and painful departure of lovers to better places. It paints the experience of being gay in Nigeria where it is illegal and punishable by imprisonment or death by a mob. The poems are informal using imagery, repition, first person and stream of consciousness narrative techniques. These all make me love the poems.

“The streets hum with voices,

vehicles run into the rising sun,”

The above lines are an example from…

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