it's sad how many #LitJournals have a #SubmissionFee
makes me think of #LotteryTickets
it's sad how many #LitJournals have a #SubmissionFee
makes me think of #LotteryTickets
I need to figure out a 232-word quirky literary micro---a little fantastical I think---before it burns a hole through my flash fiction backlog. It's cute and a little sweet and says something a bit deeper too, but in a light way. 🦋
#creativeprocess #writingcommunity #FlashFiction #litjournals #flashfiction #submissions #publishing
Get your spook on! I've got a new poem in Room magazine - the ghost issue. #bookstodon #poetry #litjournals #womenswriting #ghosts #writingcommunity #writinglife
https://annettecboehm.wordpress.com/2023/07/26/credits-dead-girl-3/
the following #LitJournals are open for #submissions
Exist Otherwise (inspired by Claude Cahun)
https://existotherwise.cc/
Frighten the Horse (experimental writing)
https://frightenthehorses.com
Subliminal Surgery (micro & flash)
https://subliminal.surgery
EO pays $10 per work. the other two do not pay
for #VerseThursday , here are two brand new poems of mine, complete with #audio, over at #RedOgreReview:
(TW for second poem: death / drowning)
https://ogre.red/issues/2023-04/2023-04-boehm-annette-c/
#poetry #poetsofmastodon #writingcommunity #writinglife #litjournals #space #ophelia #dust #asexualpoetry
Went on one last binge of submitting some flash pieces and one older sci fi short story before I get back to writing this week. It's nice to know there could be some excitement in my inbox when I am in the writing trenches.
Really cool submission call from Fictive Dream—they're publishing a new piece of flash fiction every day of February 2023, and each one gets paired with original artwork (per the bird site)! Submit one piece, 200-850 words, before the December 31st deadline. Simultaneous submissions are a-OK.
Get all the guidelines: https://fictivedream.com/guidelines-2/
BY REBECCA MARTIN Distinctly bright and dark: the craters of my body I have called a surface. Once I held girlhood like an animal’s skin against me. Once I could be heard whistling and hissing, a slow leak in my chest. The weight there. Compression stacked layers of ice and ocean like a club sa