The Vancouver-based Poetry Is Dead magazine is now accepting submissions for their upcoming Queer issue, which I’m guest editing.
We’re looking for submissions of poetry and experimental prose. I’d like to open up a space in this issue for language-focused prose, microfiction and other hybrids. Visual/text hybrid work is also welcome. All forms of poetry are welcome.
You can read the formal submissions guidelines on Poetry Is Dead‘s site here. Please take these guidelines as a general statement. If you have something you’re excited about and you’re not sure if it “fits,” send it anyway.
All writers who self-identify as Queer are welcome.
Deadline is June 1st. Go to PID‘s submissions page here to submit your work.
From bill bissett’s recently published novel (Talonbooks, 2011):
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