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Poetry submission windows that are open right now - August 2019


Toni Morrison has died, which sucks, because she was an amazing writer, but I'm also excited to see the writers who carry her torch forward to light up the world. She taught that it was important to use whatever you had to bring others up with you, and we need so much more of that. So, if you have some inspiration, some creativity, even some little glimmer of magical wierdness, here are just some of the submission windows for poetry that are currently open. Tbh, I have been super busy recently, so I'm not as up to date as I'd like to be, and there are not as many opportunities as usual, so this is all I have for just now, but I'll update it if I come across anything else later in the month.

Magazines:
Also check out Josie Alford's brilliant video on How to Get Your Poetry Published, and indeed her YouTube channel generally.

If you're submitting stuff, remember to get familiar with what the potential publisher likes, and what they stand for first, or you might as well just throw your poetry through an actual window and wait for someone else to pick it up.

This post has been written whilst listening to the washing machine and interrupted by a puking cat. Next I'm going to try to find my desk under all the nonsense I've been dumping on it!

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