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Top 50 Literary Magazines

21 Oct

Top 50 Literary Magazines

A complete and growing list of the literary magazines available for submissions as well as a list of the Top 50 with descriptions and reasons for their place in the lineup. 

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You Know You’re A Writer When…

7 Oct

I just realized that I referred to french fries in my essay as “sexy little things” and then proceeded to personify them as golden tanned and oiled beach babes.

I need sleep.

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Before They Were Writers

5 Oct

Before They Were Writers

My name is Kelsey and I’m a cocktail server.

“Hi, Kelsey.”

I’ve never been ashamed to be a cocktail server, in fact I have always kind of enjoyed being able to do well in a job where I get to meet new people (even if most days I have convinced myself of otherwise) and the perks of working somewhere where I get to indulge (occasionally) on high end tequilas and whiskeys has never been half bad either–to quote Hemingway: “Write drunk; edit sober.” Dually noted Ernest. 

Here, fellow bloggers, I provide for you a list of odd end jobs that those of our ilk (albeit higher) took part in prior to their lives as literary geniuses. 

cheers,

k

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Five great writing tips from JK Rowling

3 Oct

Five great writing tips from JK Rowling

Bestselling author of Harry Potter, JK Rowling, shares here top five writing tips.

Zombies & Doctor Seuss: A Poem

1 Oct

“You’ve got brains in your head, and some toes in  your shoes,

But I’d start with your eyes if I could so choose.

You’re on your own, and you’re scared that we know,

Wait all you’d like, you have nowhere to go.

You sit atop your house, above us all,

You know that we are waiting to cushion your fall.

But cushion we won’t instead we would move,

giving your brains plenty of splatter room.

And if you should fall, then know without fail, 

I will collect all of your insides in a shiny grey pail.

I will take them back home and set the table,

And you’ll be wishing my friend that zombies were just a fable.

Your eyes like I said, are so good to me dead,

But I think that I would flavor the taste instead.

So to the bottom of my gin and soda they will go,

Before I pluck them out with my fingers like so.

And from there I will move to your stomach and heart,

The eating of flesh you see requires an art.

Come on down, there’s no time to waste,

I have many more unwilling humans to taste.”

 

-Kelsey Elise, Fleshy Fables, 2012