Online literary journals are abundant on the web, but for some reason can be difficult to find. I’ve gathered together in one place 10 links to different literary journals that have been featured in the last 3 months or so here at A Bunch of Wordz. These literary magazines often feature poetry, short stories, articles, nonfiction, book reviews, and more.
Readers will want to click on the main page, while links to the call for submission guidelines have also been provided for writers looking to submit their work.
To see even more online literary journals and submission guidelines, see my previous post Online Literary Journals 1.
Okay, I wasn’t even sure I liked this online magazine upon first perusal, but now it is quickly becoming one of my favorites. It’s quirky, strange, a little silly, and perhaps an acquired taste, but one I’ve now grown to love.
Don’t miss the poem by Marilyn Letts called No Third Date at Feathertale.com. The last line/last reason for not having a third date was the best and had me chuckling.
Thank you to Justin Hyde for sending me an email and turning me on to the online poetry journal, The Orange Room Review. (Yes, I am getting some emails, but I’m not sure if I’m getting all emails, so if you’ve sent me one and think I’m ignoring you, I probably didn’t receive it. Or possibly I actually am ignoring you and using this as an excuse. 😉 ) Anyhoo…
Justin has another exceptional poem (I don’t think he writes any other kind) published in the current edition called she told me her mother slept with a revolver. This is one of those poems where an excerpt wouldn’t do it justice — you have to read it as a whole to get the full impact, so go click on the link above.
Interestingly and coincidentally, the current issue also features a poem by Zachary Bush who was just featured in a recent post here at A Bunch of Wordz. The poem is called My First Week at the Boys Boarding School.
Also, check out Before Dawn by Elliot Richard Dorfman. I like the rhythmic flow he achieved in this short poem and the way he put his words together to convey a certain kind of feeling to go along with what he had to say. Here are a few lines:
“In the dark, the mellow chimes
of my clock strike the hours.
I feel serene and transfixed in a world that
seems to be mine, alone.”
I know I have a few regular readers who are writers themselves, so I thought it worth mentioning that the turnaround for submissions at this magazine is unusually fast at between 1 and 14 days — good news if you’re looking for a quick response to your poetry submittal.
Lyn Cannaday’s work has been featured on this blog before. She’s a talented writer, and I’d like to do my part to help her get exposure. She recently had a poem published at poeticdiversity called Two Random Moments. Here’s an excerpt:
“My heart tripped on the history of tuffets and cheap horror films
Where cameras magnify tiny bodies.
Then I paused and saw the petite, dark body
delicately balanced at the center of those questing legs
like a dancer flowing gracefully across the stage of my sweaty arm”
Visit the above link to read the entire piece.
After Three Hours of Screening Dirt at Heshotauthla is the name of Ann Walters’ poem, found at the Ballard Street Poetry Journal. It begins:
“From her open palm sweat rises,
and oil, dust, a thousand exhalations
of the nerves…”
Read the rest of this short poem by Walters, a former physical anthropologist and archaeologist, or visit the Ballard Street Poetry Journal homepage.
If you visit this blog often, you’ve probably witnessed me going on and on about 3AM Magazine (who, by the way, still has not gotten back to me regarding poems I submitted at the beginning of August). Should I re-submit at the beginning of November? Or just call it a loss and move on?
Anyway, did you know there’s also a 4AM Magazine called 4AM Poetry Review? It’s mostly a print magazine but does have some stuff online, like this great poem by Rebecca Loudon:
“Fool, fool, fool, fool, fool.
She might be pregnant-bloated
face, thighs, hips, hands, mouth.
Love is a stupid feathery thing
that should be shot down with rock salt.”
Read the rest of this poem, called Danses Sacrées et Profanes, at the site, visit the 4AM homepage, or subscribe to the magazine.