Submissions

Submitting to Conjunctions
All submissions from writers and literary agents in the US should be directed by mail to the editorial office:
Bradford Morrow, Editor
Conjunctions 
21 East 10th St., #3E
New York, NY 10003

Simultaneous submissions will not be considered.

In order to receive a response, you must enclose a self-addressed envelope stamped with sufficient postage for our reply and for return of your ms (if you request that).
If you could also include your email address in your cover letter, that would be most appreciated. Allow twelve weeks for our reply before querying.

Please do not send submissions by any delivery method that requires a signature, and do please be sure that your SASE is an appropriate size for return of your materials.

Writers located outside the US may submit via email with a clear indication of the country from which they are sending.

Our biannual print/e-book issues are generally themed. Find out more about the theme and reading period for the issue in progress. We cannot predict when a given issue will close to new work, but we typically read into August for our fall issues and into February for our spring issues. Upon occasion, issues close prior to that.

We read year-round for the weekly online magazine, which is not subject to thematic restrictions.

We accept short- and long-form fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction. We do not accept academic essays or publish book reviews. Although we have no official restrictions regarding word count, we ask that writers use common sense when it comes to sending extremely long work or multiple works. Please do not send revised submissions or additional works until we have responded to the submission pending review.

Please do not send synopses or writing samples and ask us to indicate interest; just send the work itself.

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In Print

Vol. 72
Nocturnals
Spring 2019
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

July 16, 2019
She wanders aimlessly through age, age
being a nutrient that washes from the cliff face
into the soil.

Absence a rhythm in the daily round, rows
carved into furrows in the ground or the folds
of the robe, not planted with seed.
July 9, 2019
He has already, over the course of months, designed his own sanctuary, his own adventure. It has yet to be built, but it will be an ordinary house, except for the cellar, where a secret tunnel leads far away into deep woods, to his real home, enormous and impregnable and peopled by machines to take care of all his needs.
by Maureen Howard
Introduction by Joanna Scott
July 2, 2019
We sipped a fumé blanc, much too good for us. Elsa, quite content with a weak strain of iced tea, happy to be here at all. We had not known from lively e-mails and upbeat telephone chats that her persistent cough had taken a turn to the prospect of dying.
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