Dating in the Apocalypse Bunker
“And we’re dressed to the nines, in our cleanest / boots, the dust scrubbed from our tanks / until they gleam.”
“And we’re dressed to the nines, in our cleanest / boots, the dust scrubbed from our tanks / until they gleam.”
Every middle of the month: new deadlines, new contests, and new opportunities for your work to find its audience. Here is a roundup of ten submission opportunities with deadlines in the next two months.
“Here are gates with welcoming arms, drapes, gardens // that are all swings and slides.”
By Shutta Crum
“in the tree are three buds / one will flower into a poem / eat the other two”
By Rongfei Mu
“But I know you’re listening, / From the pale blue waves on the monitor / That I ride.”
By Karla Yaritza Maravilla Zaragoza
Two poems by Karla Yaritza Maravilla Zaragoza.
“it began with silk / devils bleaching brown kernels and selling bottled ice / tea”
Please join us in congratulating these remarkable poets. Winners were selected by Megan Fernandes.
“My motorcycle’s thrum as much the music / as bees in the embattled thistledown, the wild // stonefruits erupting from mouthed cores”