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call for submissions {isacoustic*}

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THING:

submit no less than [3] and no more than [7] pieces (poems, prose, poetics) to: isacousticsubmissions@gmail.com

/poems can be in the body of the email or attached as PDF, doc, docx

//include a brief and non-clever bio

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in order to be published, [3] of the poems in the submission must be selected by the editors*

*this applies only to unsolicited submissions

/all three poems will be published in one post

//postings will occur weekly or bi-weekly

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payment for a selected submission is 15.00 (5.00 per poem)

/payment will be made within one month of the posting

//previously published and simultaneous submissions are okay

///response time is 3 days ///please inquire if that time passes without

////whether rejected or accepted for publication, there is no waiting period for submitting multiple times

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every three months, the editors will self-publish a journal of the poems posted in those months. contributors will receive a copy.

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what the editors are looking for:

image-based absence.

/structurally sound offhandedness.

//clarity, yes, but not necessarily reliable.

///purpose.

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contact/submit: isacousticsubmissions@gmail.com

if interested in being interviewed, or having a chapbook or book reviewed, send inquiry to same submission email

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paypal donation link: https://www.paypal.me/BartonSmock
if donating, you can note the name of a contributor and the money will go to said contributor

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CURRENTLY:

AT isacoustic*
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CONTRIBUTORS:

Jon Cone

and the heart-ache
that occupies the land is yours alone in hope. – {from} YOU ARE NOT LATE, IT IS ONLY THE PRELUDE THAT PLAYS

person Jon Cone, four poems

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Adam Hughes

Tonight the fugitive gods limp
away, – {from} Kemper Street Hymns

person Adam Hughes, four poems

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Leanne Drapeau

the body broken,
poured out. – {from} love has all its teeth intact

person Leanne Drapeau, three poems

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Agnieszka Mauch

I can’t
move my arms enough to create a
notion of the sea – {from} FURTHER DISRUPTIONS

person Agnieszka Mauch, two poems

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Amelia Kester

I will find
the soft people – {from} BLACKBERRIES

person Amelia Kester, one poem

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Brian Dawson

…sway against forgotten statues
until all that is left is the sibilance of old secrets. – {from} Nine

person Brian Dawson, four poems

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REVIEWS:

They Were Bears – poems – Sarah Marcus

Set to Music a Wildfire – poems – Ruth Awad

Calling a Wolf a Wolf – poems – Kaveh Akbar

Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly – poems – Darren C Demaree