Permission To Be Ourselves: Conversation with Zackary Vernon

I was in Asheville back in April for the North Carolina Writers Network Spring Conference. Zackary Vernon was there teaching a workshop on writing young adult literature. I had met Zack only once before in person, about a month earlier in the Los Angeles International Airport following AWP. But the world is small, especially the world of writers, and I used to work with Zack’s wife, Jessica Martell, when she taught about a decade ago at Lincoln Memorial University. It was fun to spend some time with both of them between conference sessions, and just before I headed home, Zack slipped me with a copy of his novel, Our Bodies Electric.

Our Bodies Electric is a coming-of-age story set on Pawley’s Island, South Carolina. We meet the main character, Josh, when he’s in the sixth grade and follow him into high school and his sexual awakening. Despite the very conservative and religious shadows cast by his parents and community, Josh finds surprising refuge in the words of Walt Whitman’s Song of Myself, which gives him the strength to love his body and his desires in all their forms.

Zachary is an Associate Professor and Director of Graduate Studies at Appalachian State University. He is a co-editor of Summoning the Dead: Essays on Ron Rash, and he is the editor of Ecocriticism and the Future of Southern Studies. His scholarly research and creative nonfiction and short fiction have been published widely. Zack agreed to answer a few questions about his writing, the need to accept differences in people, and his relationship with Walt Whitman.

DL: I think you and I are not too far apart in age, which is based partly on the fact that there was a lot I recognized from my own youth in Our Bodies Electric. How much of your own life and experience factored into setting the time and place for this novel?

ZV: Our Bodies Electric is set in my hometown of Pawleys Island, South Carolina, during the early to mid 1990s. It’s a southern coming-of-age story about a teenager named Josh who struggles against the pressure to conform to social conventions placed on him by his religious family and community, particularly as he enters his teenage years and tries to understand his body and sexuality. Josh hangs out with a bunch of outcast teenagers who get up to all kinds of hijinks, but more importantly they help each other through this period of rapid change and development. They need each other because they don’t get much help from their families or school or church. Those institutions fail them, because they constantly tell young adults that the things they think and do are evil. Some teens end up conforming to conservative conventions, and some decide to break the mold.

I am Josh, or at least Josh is some version of me. All of those details come from my own life and the lives of my friends between the sixth and nineth grades. I think that period might be the one in which we change the most rapidly; there is a fluidity during these years. We go from being kids to being hormonal teenagers who all the sudden possess very adult ideas and desires.

Throughout the novel, Josh sets off on an adventure of experimentation and self-discovery, which is of course natural and healthy. But the puritans surrounding him want nothing more than to police his behavior and stamp out any curiosity they believe is abnormal and thus dangerous. His journey is strange and uncomfortable at times, but hopefully he’s a better and more authentic person at the end of it.

DL: Walt Whitman and Song of Myself play a fairly pivotal role in this novel, and your students report that you really enjoy teaching Whitman. Did you know from the beginning of Our Bodies Electric that Whitman and Song would be part of Josh’s narrative? Or did that come later in the writing process?

ZV: Walt Whitman was a huge inspiration both for the form and the content of the novel. Regarding content, I’ve been a massive fan of Whitman since I first read him in high school. So his ideas have been rattling around in my head for decades. The year that I started earnestly working on Our Bodies Electric was the year I turned 37. And Whitman in “Song of Myself”—or the Whitman-esque persona that narrates the poem—is also 37. The first section contains these lines:

I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.

So I decided that during my 37th year of life, I would read Whitman every single day. And I didn’t miss a single one. I read various portions of Leaves of Grass for 365 consecutive days. Some days I’d only read a few lines, and some days I’d really dig in. So this year steeped me in Whitman’s language and ideas more than ever, and that happened to also be the time that I was seriously writing the novel.

For the protagonist Josh, Whitman becomes a sort of life coach and an inspiration. Josh reads Whitman and his ideas help him understand and accept himself.

In terms of form, I divided the novel into 52 sections, which are in dialogue with the 52 sections of “Song of Myself.” That’s not to say that there is a one-to-one mirroring going one—i.e. Section 1 of “Song of Myself” is in dialogue with Chapter 1 of my novel. It’s not that similar. But I did borrow the 52-section structure, and I tried to add a Whitman easter egg into every chapter. These are mostly subtle. There are only a handful of passages that actually allude to Whitman directly. But I’d say in a more general sense, Whitman pervades the entire novel.

DL: Besides the fact that the scenes throughout your novel sing all the way through, the thing I love best is how empathetic this book is. Josh is a compassionate character—to others and usually to himself—but you as the author give so much compassion to characters who aren’t compassionate to others. I’m thinking in particular about Josh’s fire and brimstone minister. Is there a person or situation that instilled so much empathy in you as a person and a writer?

ZV: My hope is that the novel has a message about the necessity of accepting difference. I think one could read it as being a harsh critique of Pawleys Island. But it’s not. It’s a critique of the stultifying impulse to conform that is often thrust onto kids and teenagers in conservative, religious communities. This exists everywhere. It’s not unique to Pawleys or even to the South. I taught for a year at a catholic college just north of Boston. The students there felt conflicted about themselves just as much as anyone I’ve ever seen in the South.

My novel is set in Pawleys simply because I happened to be from there; I lived there during those formative years that seem to make us who we are for life.

So I want to be clear too that I’m not making fun of Pawleys Island in any way. The novel is not mean-spirited or tragic. It’s humorous, and if anything it makes a plea to celebrate life. Also, the heroes of the novel come from Pawleys. Yes, the protagonist feels tortured by the conservative community here. But it is also locals who show him that there are different ways of being in the world. In other words, that place, like all places, contains good and bad. Josh doesn’t have to flee to find himself. He does that there, with the help of the many small-town eccentrics he meets along the way.

I was always fascinated by the black sheep I encountered in Pawleys Island. Some of them you could spot easily, but others didn’t look like punks or drifters. Take, for example, my high school English teacher Mary Ginny DuBose.

Miss DuBose was the most transformational teacher I’ve ever had. I’m talking about ever—more than any teacher I had through college or grad school.

She taught us to be independent thinkers. She cued us in to the fact that there was a great big world out there. And in it people thought in ways that were very different from our parents and our church leaders and members of our communities. That’s not to say that local folks were wrong all or even some of the time. But our world was limited in certain ways, and then Miss DuBose came along and started opening doors.

It’s cliché perhaps—very Dead Poets Society—but Miss DuBose expanded our minds. She was a tough teacher, but also very kind. I don’t know how she pulled that off. I’ve been teaching now for nearly two decades, and I’ve never been able to get that balance right—tough enough to prompt and prod even those most reluctant of souls, but kind enough to empathize and inspire.

And crucially it was Miss DuBose who first introduced me to Walt Whitman. Along with Miss DuBose, Whitman gave us permission to be ourselves; or perhaps both of them made us realize that we didn’t need permission in the first place.

DL: I understand you wrote a lot of nonfiction before you turned to fiction. Can you talk about your path to publication, both in general and specifically this novel? How did you come to work with Regal House/Fitzroy Books?

ZV: I’ve wanted to be a writer since high school. I don’t know why exactly. It’s not like I knew any writers personally. Maybe I’d seen writers romanticized in films, or maybe it was my Whitman obsession. But somehow I viewed writers as being subversive, and that’s what I wanted to be.

I was really into music in high school. And I think I was a decent musician, but that never felt like a good fit. Plus I could never write songs. I tried and tried, but it just never came, so at best if I had continued in music, I’d be in some kind of cover band, or playing backup in someone else’s band.

Writing stories and novels, though, was a different matter. When I got to college, I had no problem writing. In fact, I couldn’t stop. I wrote obsessively. That’s not to say the stories I was writing were good. They weren’t. They were terrible. But they flowed out of me. Something was there, some inclination. But I had to read a lot and study for a long time before the stories became halfway decent.

Samuel Johnson said, “The greatest part of a writer’s time is spent in reading, in order to write: a man will turn over half a library to make one book.”

I read voraciously and wrote about a million stories and two novels in college. Again, these were terrible and will never see the light of day. But I was very disciplined, and I produced a lot.

Then after undergrad I desperately wanted to get an MFA, but instead I got a PhD. I foolishly thought that this was the practical way of going about things. I had no idea at that point how bad the academic job market was.

What ended up happening was that for my MA and PhD and then when I got my first two teaching positions, I only wrote scholarship and nothing creative. It was a creative dry spell that lasted for close to a decade and a half. I wrote and published a lot of scholarship during that period, and I love that kind of writing, but it wasn’t what I was most passionate about.

When I got tenure, I decided that I was going to write fiction again. I dropped all my scholarly projects and dove into what would become Our Bodies Electric. The writing came as effortlessly as it did in college, except this time I think it was decent, or at least it was genuinely me. I was no longer trying to be someone I’m not—to write like Faulkner or Flannery O’Connor. I was no longer trying to be pretentious, writing serious historical southern gothic tales. Instead, I wrote humorous stories, and most of them were true in some way—things I’d experienced, things I’d heard about during my childhood and adolescence in Pawleys.

I wrote the novel is a strange roundabout way. I drafted the chapters more like short stories than chapters in a novel. And then I tried to weave together the best ones. And since they were mostly autobiographical, it wasn’t hard to create a coherent overarching narrative.

I got involved with Fitzroy Books, the YA imprint of Regal House Publishing, through my friend and colleague Mark Powell. Mark had read my book and helped me revise it, and he also had a book accepted at Regal House around this time. He recommended the press, saying it was the up-and-coming new indie in the South. So I sent them the book, and they seemed to like it right away.

DL: When we saw each other last, you were teaching a workshop on writing young adult fiction. What’s one of the most important lessons or advice you try to pass on to writers interested in YA fiction?

ZV: I came to YA accidentally. I didn’t write Our Bodies Electric as a YA novel. The main characters were adolescents, but I was imagining it being akin to books like Truman Capote’s Other Voices, Other Rooms, Carson McCullers’s The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, or Lewis Nordan’s Music of the Swamp. In other words, I thought of the book in this lineage of coming-of-age adult literary fiction. And I hope my novel is that. But I also don’t want it to be merely read by adults.

It was my editor Jaynie Royal who had the idea of marketing the novel as YA. I was resistant at first, but Jaynie ultimately convinced me when she asked who I thought needed to read this book: other middle-aged liberals like me or young adults who might be struggling in the same ways that I struggled. I found and still find that idea very compelling.

In terms of advice for YA writers, I would just say that it’s important to be authentic. Teenagers can smell a phony from a mile away. You can tell about your own experiences or you dream up stories, but make sure they have an emotional or ideological truth to them. We desperately need to be reminded right now of the better angels of our nature—to be understanding and kind, even when people in power aren’t doing so.

I hope that’s what comes across in my book. In it, a small group of teenagers try like hell to discover who they are, even if their real identities go against the established community they live in. They rebel nonetheless, and as a result they learn to live more authentically, to celebrate and sing themselves.

I’m so grateful to Zackary Vernon for answering these questions. If you haven’t already read Our Bodies Electric, be sure to order your copy, available at bookshop.org or wherever books are sold.

In case you missed it… I have a new book of poems called Feller that will be published on August 5th. I’ve been making the rounds to talk about the book and the general state of poetry. See my recent conversations with Emily Mohn-Slate in her “Beginner’s Mind” Series and with Greg Lehman in Episode 4 of Moon Beams. And for a limited time, pre-order Feller and get a 25% discount through Tertulia. Just enter the code FELLER at checkout.

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Official Cover Reveal for Feller

Friends, I’ve been really excited for today to come! After what feels like a long wait, I can finally share the cover for my new collection of poems, Feller. But first, here’s one last teaser:

To view the entire image, head over to Electric Literature who very graciously is hosting the official cover reveal. I’m incredibly grateful for Electric Lit’s support and help in launching this new book.

I’m also grateful to Mary-Frances and Jim Burt of Burt & Burt who designed this cover image. It’s really striking and hits the exact right emotional key. I’m always grateful to Mercer University Press, especially my editor Marc Jolley, for believing in my work in general and Feller in particular. And huge thanks to Kelly March for coordinating this cover reveal in the first place. She’s amazing!

Feller is a book that has been a long time in the making. Some of these pieces took over ten years to transform from first draft to finished poem. There will be more opportunities later to talk about the individual poems and what the collection is about. And as always, I’m more excited to hear what the poems and the book mean to you. So I hope you’ll read Feller. The official pub date is August 5th, 2025, but if you want to hear a few of the new poems, you can listen to this episode of The Beat, a poetry podcast hosted by Alan May.

And don’t forget to take a look at the whole image over at Electric Literature. I hope you like it as much as I do.

Wrapping Up National Poetry Month

I don’t ever remember a past April where I could visibly see poetry celebrated so often and in so many ways. Maybe one of the things we couldn’t predict about living in a dystopian world is how people would turn to poetry. Regardless, it was beautiful.

For my part, I had the privilege of reading poems to the monthly book discussion group, All Over the Page, at Lawson McGhee Library in Knoxville, Tennessee. I read poems from Tamp, as well as some new poems from a new book that will coming out in August.

Yeah, I sort of just buried the lede there, didn’t I? But that’s right. I have a new collection of poems coming out in August from Mercer University Press. It’s called Feller. I just saw the cover for the first time this week, and I love it so much. I can’t wait to share it with you all very soon.

In the meantime, that reading at Lawson McGhee Library was recorded as an episode of their podcast The Beat. You can listen to the episode here: https://the-beat.captivate.fm/episode/denton-loving-joins-us-live-for-all-over-the-page.

Special thanks to Alan May, Lawson McGhee librarian and host of The Beat, who invited me. Alan has a great book of poems out himself: Derelict Days in That Derelict Town: New and Uncollected Poems, published through BlazeVOX Books. I hope you’ll check it out.

There’s another lovely book recently out that you should know about, and that’s Beneath Occluded Shine by Claudia Stanek, published by Finishing Line Press. Claudia will be celebrating an online book launch on Wednesday, April 30, 2025, at Jules’ Poetry Playhouse. I’ll also be there reading a couple of poems along with poets Gail Hosking and Catherine Faurot. The reading is at 6:00 p.m. Pacific / 9:00 p.m. Eastern. It would be so nice to see you there.

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Every Little Seed

Last night, I was given the opportunity to read at the Folkfest Appalachian Supper in Cumberland Gap, Tennessee. This annual event to celebrate local and traditional foods is part of the city’s larger Folkfest weekend, which was re-introduced a few years ago by a citizen’s group called Guardians of the Gap. For my part in the event, I revisited a short essay I’d written several years ago about how I learned to raise a garden and how much my family has always loved fried corn. Here’s the essay and few pictures from last night’s farm-to-table dinner on the lawn. I hope that apple stack cake doesn’t make you too hungry.

There is a unique joy that comes from watching a seed emerge from the earth. In such a short amount of time, a kernel of corn, for example, grows from a tender green blade to a stalk that is taller than a person. In between these stages, if the rains have come at the right times (not too little but also not too much) and if the bugs and blackbirds haven’t eaten it all first, there are ears of delicious corn.

When I was growing up, my parents always raised a garden, and I was taught how to pull onions, cut cabbage heads, dig potatoes, husk corn, and pick everything that can be picked. It was important, especially to my dad, that I knew how to grow things, where food came from and that it involved hard work.

Six months after I graduated from college, my dad suffered a stroke. The doctors didn’t immediately think he would survive. And when he did survive, he was completely paralyzed on his left side. After weeks in a hospital and a rehabilitation facility, he finally came home, but everything in our lives was different after the stroke. That included the significance of the garden. All that winter and spring, as my dad endured daily physical and occupational therapy sessions, he talked about getting the ground ready to plant, and I became determined he would have his garden as usual.

My dad regained sensation and mobility. Only his left leg remained partially paralyzed, and he was fitted with a brace that kept his ankle from buckling under his own weight. He gradually was able to walk farther distances. But before he was strong enough to pull the starter cord on his old tiller, I would start it for him and shadow him as he guided the machine down a row. At first, it was all he could do to make it back to his starting place and then to his lawn chair under our crab apple tree. It exhausted him, but it was some of his most motivating physical therapy.

When my dad couldn’t be the gardener he wanted to be, he became a gardening coach, urging me to chop away the ever-persistent chickweed, to pull the dirt away from the onions and toward the potatoes. He instructed me until I was sick of the entire idea of gardening. I would sometimes quit out of frustration or maybe out of sheer resentment. I was sure I would never master this particular art, and I was frustrated at the amount of time the garden was taking away from what I wanted to do. But I always came back to it.

For almost a decade after that, I helped my parents raise their garden. While other jobs seemed to be expected of me, gardening was the one task my dad was verbally appreciative of. It made him happy to wake up in the morning, look out his kitchen window and see clean rows of young plants growing bigger, taller, thicker, stronger. I also learned to more fully appreciate the complimentary beauty of fresh green growth against the garden’s rich brown dirt. When the spring nights are still cool, the onion sets are slow to straighten and turn green. As the days grow warmer, the tiny lettuce seeds grow into a thick, luscious bed. When it’s finally warm enough to plant the beans, they sprout so fast, it can only be described as a miracle. The more involved I became with growing the garden, the more satisfied and grateful I felt for being a small part of that miracle.

In my family, the most anticipated meal of the year was always the day the first corn came in. We love it any way it can be cooked—boiled, baked or grilled, but to us, the greatest delicacy is fried corn. We cut it off, slow simmer it in butter and milk, and eat it with biscuits hot out of the oven. We’re not even too picky about the biscuits, as long as they exist. Fried corn is the star of this meal. There’s only a certain window in the year when fried corn comes. This delicacy can never be exactly duplicated with frozen or canned corn. You have to have fresh corn, and even fresh corn from the farmer’s market is not quite the same as corn straight out of your own garden.

We are in such a hurry to eat it that we are sometimes careless if a strand of silk makes it to the pan or even the plate. Fried corn is the most tangible reward for all the tilling, hoeing, weeding, watering, waiting and praying that is required in the previous two months. As much as the taste on our tongues is the satisfaction in our bones that all our hard work was worth it. We planted a row of seeds and had faith a meal would be delivered from it sometime later.

Witnessing the production of my own food—brought forth by my own hard work—changed my relationship with my dad who has been gone for almost eight years now. It changed my perspective on food and health, and on how I want to live my life. It changed the way I think about the lives of the people around me.

In the second chapter of My Antonia, Willa Cather writes about Jim Burden’s first visit to his grandmother’s garden. The well-preserved garden, full of flowers and vegetables, assures him that humans, when they die, “become part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.” Every time I plant a seed, I feel connected to my dad. I feel connected to my ancestors and to all the people who turned the earth before me.

In case you missed it… check out my introduction for the launch of Darnell Arnoult’s new book of poems, Incantations.

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Countdown to Tamp, Arriving April 4th

I’m counting down the days until my new book of poems, Tamp, will be published by Mercer University Press. The magic date is Tuesday, April 4, 2023!

Here are some very generous, advanced words about Tamp from others.

“Denton Loving’s Tamp reminds us that to grieve is to love, a sacred act that aims for clarity, and yet, mourning, too, makes us acutely aware of the profound questions that agitate the living. Loving’s poems, deeply attuned to the richness of a rural sacred order, both honor and attempt to name that complexity with a music that feels movingly restorative.” —Major Jackson, author of The Absurd Man

“Each poem in Tamp is a world in its own right: each a timeless praise song to the earth, to solitude, loss, and love. With bucolic sensitivity shared by few, Loving has crafted the most convincing wake-up call–gentle, surefooted, hypnotic, and insistent. Tamp is a rare trove of honest, measured assurance, a blessed reminder of what matters most.” — Shawna Kay Rodenberg, author of Kin: A Memoir

“In Tamp, his radiant new collection of odes and elegies, Denton Loving represents the works and days of rural Appalachia, and far beyond, with deep knowledge and delicate authenticity. Loving’s poems occupy the ideal cross-section between two of poetry’s oldest poles, the lyric and the narrative. It matters little whether readers greet these poems as stories that sing or lyrics that bind us in their telling, because the scenes and voices we discover will travel with us deep as treasured memories. Galway Kinnell once said that another word for poetry could be ‘tenderness,’ and this is the quality Loving brings most acutely to the loved people and places he offers tribute in Tamp.” — Jesse Graves, author of Merciful Days

It took me years to write these poems and understand how they could work together as a collection. Now, I’m so excited to know the book is near at hand, arriving into the world and into the hands of readers like you.

The fact that you already read, follow and subscribe to this blog is a great support to my writing, and I’m so grateful. If you’re inclined to support me again, I’d be grateful for you to pre-order Tamp, and there are a lot of simple ways to do so.

You can order directly from Mercer University Press.  You can support your favorite indie book store by ordering from Bookshop.org.  If you don’t have a favorite indie book store, you can order from one of mine, City Lights in Sylva, North Carolina.  It’s also available for pre-order at the usual online sellers such as Amazon.

For Tamp to find its way to readers, there’s a ton of work for me still to do, and I’m sure I’ll be back here soon, begging for reviews and announcing readings, etc. Until then, thank you!

Lauren Davis’s The Missing Ones

Lauren Davis’s The Missing Ones is a slim but engrossing collection that reimagines disappearance of Russell and Blanch Warren. In 1929, the couple were driving home to reunite with their two young sons and to celebrate theLauren Davis - The Missing Ones 4th of July. Their route took them on Route 101 along Lake Crescent where they presumably drowned. What makes these poems work so well is that Davis doesn’t waste time recreating the ways the Warrens may have ended up driving into the lake. Instead, these poems give voice to the dead as in the very short poem that introduces the collection:

Blanch Says

There are dangers
in deep waters no one

speaks of. Like dark
that climbs the spine.

There’s a stain on the rock
Unfolding. I drink the lake,

all of it. I make it mine.

Many of the poems are in Blanch’s voice. In some, she gives advice, such as in “I’ll Tell You What Happened,” where she says: “Your husband has something to tell you— / you can sense it in the cold. Wait until you are both done / drowning. The build a new home.”

The idea of the lake as a home is one of my favorite aspects of these poems. A grave is a home of a kind, but the lake is a living ecosystem. Some poems reference the lake’s “population” which sometimes mean the fish in the water, or the birds outside, and sometimes it refers to others who have perished in the lake’s waters. In some poems, the idea of the lake as a home is expressed through its “rooms,” all of which suggests that the Warrens are still there, unable to die or be truly forgotten because they were never found. The idea is haunting in numerous ways, especially when the reader is reminded of the couple’s two young sons. This is expressed in Blanch’s voice again in the poem, “Have You Seen,” where she says,

My love haunts good as
any ghost. It is more
than lake deep. Boys—

I am never so buried,
gloated, hemorrhaged with blue
That I forget you.

My only criticism of this lovely book is that it’s too short. I wanted it to go on and on. I guess I could say that I, too, am now haunted by this story.

Submission Calls for Writers 2/14/2021

submissions

This Valentine’s Day is maybe the coldest I ever remember. If you’re stuck inside, I hope this list of journals and contests will inspire you to start submitting. Until next time, stay safe and stay warm.

Litbreak
Writers are invited to submit prose and poetry to Litbreak, an online literary journal that publishes poetry, fiction, book reviews, and essays on literary subjects. All prose submissions should range from 500 words to a maximum of 5,000 words. Submission is open year-round. We pay all contributors on a case-by-case basis from $25 upward. There is no submission fee. With regard to fiction, there are no specific requirements on style and content. Some literary sites suggest you look at what they publish to get an idea of what they would accept. We would rather suggest that you look at what we have published and come up with something else. We will consider excerpts from novels. For book reviews, although we are paying special attention to contemporary releases, we won’t rule out reviews of older books or critical surveys of a writer’s body of work. For poetry, we suggest but don’t require a minimum of one hundred words. We may also accept essays on literary subjects or ideas.
https://litbreak.submittable.com/submit

Western Humanities Review
Western Humanities Review accepts unsolicited submissions of original poetry, fiction, nonfiction, hybrid work, audio/visual work, essays, and reviews year round. Because of the volume of submissions we receive, we are only able to publish about 2% of them—so please send us your best work. We’re looking for dynamic writing that engages, surprises, and moves us, work that is, in fact, out to get us.
http://www.westernhumanitiesreview.com/submissions/

Bearings Online
Bearings Online is accepting poetry submissions. We are seeking clear, accessible poetry (30 lines or less) that addresses faith, culture, or what it means to be human. Submit as a Word document to poetry editor Susan Sink: ssink (at) collegevilleinstitute (dot) org.
https://collegevilleinstitute.org/bearings/submission-guidelines/

Valparaiso Fiction Review
Publishing since 2011, Valparaiso Fiction Review is a biannual publication of Valparaiso University and its Department of English. Valparaiso Fiction Review is seeking submissions of short stories for its upcoming 2019 issues (Summer & Winter). Submissions to VFR should be original, unpublished works that range from 1,000 to 9,000 words. There is no set deadline, and submissions are considered on a rolling basis.
https://scholar.valpo.edu/vfr/guidelines.html

Booth
Booth was established in 2009. Our staff is comprised of MFA faculty and students in the Butler University graduate writing program. Booth publishes one new piece or author every Friday, square on our home page. We are now open to new submissions in all genres. All accepted work will appear on our website and may appear in our subsequent print issues. Submit up to 3 poems or up to 7,500 words of fiction or creative nonfiction.
https://booth.submittable.com/submit

Copper Nickel
Copper Nickel accepts submissions of poetry, fiction, essays, and translation folios through March 1, 2021. Please submit four to six poems, one story, or one essay at a time. For prose we do not have any length restrictions—but longer-than-normal pieces have to earn their space.
http://copper-nickel.org/submit/

Pittsburgh Poetry Journal
Pittsburgh Poetry Journal PPJ seeks work that clangs with grit, passion, and a multitude of voices. We want poems that celebrate or break traditions and strive for progress. We do not restrict our journal to Pittsburgh poets or poetry. All writers and themes are welcome! Please submit no more than three (3) poems, or seven (7) pages total. Our open reading period runs through March 21, 2021.
https://pittsburghpoetryjournal.submittable.com/submit

The Hudson Prize in Fiction / The Hudson Prize in Poetry
Each year Black Lawrence Press will award The Hudson Prize for an unpublished collection of poems or short stories. The prize is open to new, emerging, and established writers. The winner of this contest will receive book publication, a $1,000 cash award, and ten copies of the book. Prizes awarded on publication. $27 Submission Fee. Deadline: March 31, 2021.
https://blacklawrencepress.com/submissions-and-contests/

The National Poetry Review
The National Poetry Review is an annual online journal of poetry (previously a print journal published from 2003 to 2015 by our sister press, The National Poetry Review Press). Our reading period is January 1 – April 1 annually. Please submit all poems in one file. Include a brief bio with previous publications.
http://www.nationalpoetryreview.com/

Landlocked
We love found pieces, eco-poetics, works about displacement, and stories of how your body fits (or how it doesn’t) into the world. Imagism and hybrid genres, including experimental and visual works, lyric essays, and prose poems are all welcome. Please send 3–5 poems per submission with no more than 10 pages in total. We want stories of literary quality and encourage fantastic, speculative, and weird literature. Send us your most imaginative and challenging writing in 4,000 words or less. We also encourage flash fiction of 1,000 words or less. Finally, we are especially drawn to nonfiction pieces that challenge the boundaries of the genre, incorporate fictional and poetic elements, and make us question how “creative” nonfiction can be. As far as length, we prefer under 4,000 words. Landlocked is open for submissions through April 1, 2021. https://landlockedmagazine.com/submission-guidelines/

Bennington Review
Bennington Review is published twice a year in print form, Summer and Winter. For poetry, please send no fewer than three and no more than five poems per submission. For fiction and creative nonfiction, please send no more than thirty pages per submission; any excerpts from a longer project must work as self-contained essays or stories. Deadline: May 18, 2021.
http://www.benningtonreview.org/submit/

Posit Journal
Posit is currently considering submissions for late 2021 and beyond. Send 1-3 pieces of prose, including fiction and hybrids, but no nonfiction please, 1000 words or less each. However, if you are submitting very short pieces, please send us at least three to choose from. Please include a minimum of five and a maximum of six poems for us to consider. Deadline: May 31, 2021.
https://posit.submittable.com/submit 

Sunset - February 2021

Linda Parsons’ Candescent

Linda Parsons’ fifth collection of poetry, Candescent, begins as a three-legged story of grief. There is the loss of a 24-year marriage that she describes as an utter surprise after so many years. There’s the loss of her fourteen-year-old German shepherd, an ever-watchful presence that views the narrator as his sole sheep to protect until the end. And then there is the loss of her aged father.

The question of memory is just as important in these poems as the pure element of grief. How the two twist and turn upon each other! Before her father’s death, there is the earlier insult of lost memory. When Parsons visits him in his hospital, she must introduce herself. Often, he asks his daughter if they’re kin, recognizing a familiarity but unable to name her or their true relationship. Memory and its many tricks enter the poems again in the aftermath of divorce. Perhaps no poem sums up the absence of a lover better than these lines from “Phantom.”

Ghost pain, phantom pain, a limb lopped
clean, the dead bee’s sting. We are good
amputees, efficient little starfish and lizards,

regenerating feet and tails in the shadows
where no one watches us spin and weep,
where no one sees me turn a corner

in the dark before bed, giving wide berth,
my body’s radar still beeping and flashing
to sidestep a bookcase no longer there.

In “The Only Way” Parsons writes, “Honor your grief with ragged breath and privation / in the body’s dark cell despite how the blithe / world cries enough.” And that is exactly what Parsons does in these poems. She honors her grief, but she also works her way through it.

As in real life, grief doesn’t disappear in these poems in any single instant. Rather, there are many shifting moments. One of the most exciting shifts occurs in the poem, “Stand Up.”

                                   Lo these many years,
I the peacemaker, the walker on eggshells,
the biter of lips, the please pleaser, the clay
not the molder, the stream not the bank,
the moss not the rock, the stern not the bow,
queen of if only I’d said, if only I’d done.
Lo I say unto you, I’m done with sit down,
sit down, done with the broom and its dust,
old love and its rust, the future walking right
out the door. Hear me, I’m here with a voice
from the gloom, the moon-filled room, rise
of wing to beat the band, however long
I must stand is how long I’ll rock,
rock, rock the boat.

Aside from the powerful narrative that emerges in this collection, Parson’s language is always delightful. She has a knack for sounds and rhythm, and she has the skill to employ all of these elements of craft without ever taking away from the poems’ accessibility. Candescent is a power collection, a perfect beacon to help readers enter into the new year.

Candescence

Submission Calls for Writers 5/18/2020

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Here are 10 opportunities for writers, many with upcoming deadlines. Good luck submitting your work!

 

Another Chicago Magazine Seeks Volunteer Fiction Reader

The fiction reader reads and evaluate fiction and participate in phone meetings with fiction editor and other readers. Please send your resume/cv and a note telling us why you’d like the position and how your reading and writing experience has prepared you for the job. Please also tell us what you think of a few of our published stories. Unfortunately, none of us is paid. We hope to someday change that.

https://anotherchicagomagazine.submittable.com/submit

 

Cortland Review

TCR considers poetry, translations, book reviews. Editorial decisions are based on content and quality. Submit 3-5 poems at a time. Please query first before submitting a book review.

https://www.cortlandreview.com/submissions.php

 

Off the Coast

Off the Coast is a biannual online journal at offthecoastmag.com. Issues are published June 15th and November 15th. Submitters will be notified within three (3) months of submission. Send 3–5 previously unpublished poems, any subject or style.

https://offthecoast.submittable.com/submit

 

Pithead Chapel

Pithead Chapel electronically publishes art, literary fiction, nonfiction, and prose poetry monthly. At present, we only accept submissions under 4,000 words.

www.pitheadchapel.com

 

GreenPrints

GreenPrints is the “Weeder’s Digest,” the only magazine that shares the personal side of gardening: the joy, the humor, the headaches, and the heart—in wonderful stories and beautiful art. Greenprints is always looking for great, true, personal stories. We are a paying market. Deadline: May 27, 2020.

https://greenprints.submittable.com/submit

 

Cider Press Review

Cider Press Review publishes online issues four times per  year–January, April, July, and October.  Issues may be periodically compiled into ebook volumes. CPR considers only poetry or translations of poetry in English, and  reviews of poetry books of approx. 500 words. Submit up to 5 poems at a time by May 31, 2020.

https://ciderpressreview.submittable.com/submit/

 

Indianapolis Review

The Indianapolis Review is a quarterly publication featuring poetry and art. We work to promote artists and writers from our region, but we also showcase work from around the country and the world. We don’t limit ourselves to one particular school or style of poetry; we simply want poetry that moves, surprises, sings and makes us think. You may submit up to 5 poems at a time in a single attached file. Please do not exceed 10 pages total. Deadline: May 31, 2020.

https://theindianapolisreview.com/submit/

 

Pinwheel

Pinwheel reads unsolicited poetry submissions once per year during the month of May. Submissions should consist of 3-5 poems (up to 10 pages). We look at excerpts from longer poems, too. Deadline: May 31, 2020.

http://pinwheeljournal.com/about/

 

The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts

We accept fiction, creative nonfiction, poetry, mixed media, visual arts, and even kitchen sinks, if they are compressed in some way. For all submitters, we aren’t as concerned with labels—hint fiction, prose poetry, micro fiction, flash fiction, and so on—as we are with what compression means to you. In other words, what form “compression” takes in each artist’s work will be up to each individual. Our response time is generally 1-3 days. Also, our acceptance rate is currently about 3% of submissions. We pay writers $50 per accepted piece and signed contract. Deadline: June 15, 2020.

http://matterpress.com/submissions/

 

New American Press Fiction Award

All full-length fiction manuscripts are welcome, including novels, novellas, collections of stories and/or novellas, novels in verse, linked collections, as well as full-length collections of flash fiction and short-shorts. Full-length fiction manuscripts tend to be at least 100 pages. There is no maximum length. Winner receives a publication contract, including a $1,500 advance, 25 author’s copies, and promotional support. $25 submission fee. Deadline: June 15, 2020.

http://www.newamericanpress.com/contests/fiction2020.php

Submission Calls for Writers 4/15/2020

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Although these are strange and worrisome times, I hope that this list of opportunities for writers might be helpful to some of you. Stay safe and healthy, and good luck sending your work out into the world.

Closing the Distance: New Spaces for Community

Bomb Magazine has created an excellent list of publications currently accepting pitches and remote job opportunities. If you’re looking for writing gigs that can be accomplished while self-isolating, this is the place to start.

https://bombmagazine.org/articles/covid-19-creative-community-resources

 

PEN America Writers’ Emergency Fund Grants

In light of the COVID-19 pandemic, grants of between $500 and $1,000 will be awarded in support of writers demonstrating an inability to meet an acute financial need, especially one resulting from the impact of the COVID-19 outbreak. The fund is intended to assist fiction and nonfiction authors, poets, playwrights, screenwriters, translators, and journalists. To be eligible for a grant, applicants must be based in the United States, be a professional writer, and be able to demonstrate that a small, one-time grant will be meaningful in helping them to address an emergency situation.

https://philanthropynewsdigest.org/rfps/rfp11070-pen-america-invites-applications-for-writers-emergency-fund

 

American Chordata

Currently open only for works of nonfiction. We have no formal word limits or stylistic constraints but look for work that is brave, illuminating, and emotionally detailed. We are looking for nonfiction that tells a story that no one has heard before, or tells us an old story in a way we never expected to read it. We are just as interested in great writing as we are in great stories.

https://americanchordata.submittable.com/submit

 

Redivider

Redivider seeks previously unpublished works from emerging and established writers. We welcome general submissions year-round. We are proud to offer free submission, with the exception of the summer months. We seek fiction and nonfiction submissions up to 8,000 words. We ask that poets send no more than five poems

http://www.redividerjournal.com/general-submissions/

 

Juked

There are no limits on word count for prose—we like narratives and essays of all sizes, so long as the colors fit. (However, it’s unlikely we’d be able to publish, say, War and Peace, Part Deux.) If it’s a short story, send us one piece at a time—please wait to hear from us before sending another. If you’re working with the short short form, please send three to five selections in the same submission. Submit a maximum of five poems.

http://www.juked.com/info/submit.asp

 

Southern Poetry Review

Southern Poetry Review welcomes previously unpublished poetry submissions from all writers. We read year-round and respond within three months. Please note that submissions are limited to five poems (1 file), and should not exceed ten pages.

https://www.southernpoetryreview.org/journal/submissions

 

New World Writing

We are reading new submissions of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. Response time varies but is reasonably quick, all things considered. New World Writing posts new material upon acceptance.

http://newworldwriting.net/submissions/

 

Ascent

Ascent publishes stories, poems, photographs and essays. Ascent opens for submissions on the first of April and will read through the end of May.

http://www.readthebestwriting.com/

 

Foglifter

Foglifter welcomes daring and thoughtful queer work, in all forms, and we are especially interested in cross-genre, intersectional, marginal, and transgressive work. We want the pieces that challenged you as a writer, what you poured yourself into and risked the most to make. But we also want your tenderest, gentlest work, what you hold closest to your heart. Send us 3 to 5 poems, up to 7500 words of prose (up to three flash fiction pieces), or up to 20 pages of cross-genre work, text-image hybrids, or drama. Deadline for our Fall issue: May 1, 2020.

https://foglifterjournal.com/submit/

 

Newfound

We welcome short stories and self-standing novel excerpts of any length, creative nonfiction pieces of any length, up to 6 poems totaling no more than 10 pages, and up to 3 flash fiction stories per submission. Flash, micro, and hybrid work—if it’s brief (<1,000 words) and cutting edge, fiction or nonfiction, we’re publishing it. Deadline: May 14, 2020.

https://newfound.org/submit/

 

Bennington Review

We aim to stake out a distinctive space for innovative, intelligent, and moving fiction, creative nonfiction, poetry, film writing, and cross-genre work. We are particularly taken with writing that is simultaneously graceful and reckless. We welcome submissions from established and emerging writers alike. For poetry, please send between three and five poems per submission. For fiction and creative nonfiction, please send no more than thirty pages per submission; any excerpts from a longer project must work as self-contained essays or stories. We are additionally interested in publishing translations: translators should have permission from the copyright holder and a copy of the work in the original language. We pay contributors $100 for prose of six typeset pages and under, $200 for prose of over six typeset pages, and $20 per poem. Deadline: May 15, 2020.

http://www.benningtonreview.org/submit

 

Cow Creek Chapbook Prize

The Cow Creek Chapbook Prize is a poetry chapbook contest brought to you by Pittsburg State University and Emerald City. We’re open to all styles and subjects. As long as the poems challenge and capture the imagination, we want to see them. The winning poet will receive $1,000 and 25 author copies. The chapbook will be published as a perfect bound book and sold both online and in limited bookstores. Submit 15-30 pages of poetry with a $15 entry fee by May 15, 2020.

https://www.cowcreekchapbook.org/