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Poetry submission windows which are currently OPEN! - November 2019

Well this election is scary. There are so many good people wanting to make an impact and do good things to help people. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could just elect people who could collaborate and find the best ways to do these things together? I fear that's not going to happen, but I hope that something pretty good will. You've got to accentuate the positive, right?

I got to go see Amanda Palmer live in Glasgow (definitely not Manchester) recently, and one of the things she was talking about was how she got criticised for making light of a dark situation in her song, Oasis (it's a marvellous song with a joyous video here). She does. She said to us that where there is darkness it's essential that we go into it and we make light.

I'm all about the darkness myself (goth poet ahoy), but she's right, we need light, we need the volte, so if you've got some light to bring to these darkening days, or if you've just got a little black cloud that needs some company, here are some places that are currently accepting poetry submissions:
  1. Scottish PEN is putting together a collection of poetry and prose inspired / influenced by the Declaration of Arbroath. See more info here. The deadline is 13th January.
  2. -algia is looking for work on pain and illness. There's a little bit of info here. Open until 1st January.
  3. The Poetry Village - they're lovely people, whose imprint, Maytree Press, will be publishing my first chapbook next year!!! They publish two poems a week online, plus gorgeous art. Their window is currently always open.
  4. Magma are accepting submissions on the theme 'Act Your Age' until 31st December.
  5. Southlight - based in the South of Scotland. Their window is currently always open.
  6. Obsessed with Pipework - four issues a year, but submissions are always open.
  7. B O D Y is  o p e n  for submissions.
  8. Poetry Review is open for submissions. Mary Jean Chan and Will Harris are guest editing.
  9. A new(ish) poetry magazine - Sideways - is looking for submissions, and welcomes newbies.
  10. From the Edge is also pretty new.

This post has been written whilst listening to my husband making tea, and regretting buying my son lemon garlic chicken because it stinks. Today I have been mostly trying to get rid of stuff, but also booking a holiday! Yay!

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