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 non-fiction. 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 synopses or writing samples and ask us to indicate interest; just send the work itself.

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In Print

Vol. 71
A Cabinet of Curiosity
Fall 2018
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

January 15, 2019
Outside the stars were fading and the sky was slowly rosying at the edges when we found the skeleton. At first it was visible only as a clutch of white daggers, thickly clotted with spiderwebs, compressed between the plaster wall and the heavy wooden timbers. I don’t know what I expected it to be.
January 8, 2019
On the bus, we were told to remember everything, to testify, testify, testify. We’d heard this many times before. Remember and testify, they would say, in order that this or that bad thing does not happen again. I harbored no such faith in remembering. Nor in testimony. I fail to believe in them still.
January 1, 2019
Someone shouted at me to grab a blanket or a coat or something for crissakes, the narrator of The Bystander says, and wrap your old man up, because after assaulting the woman the narrator’s father liked best, and after running out with nothing on but the soap from the bath he’d been taking with her, the narrator’s father is standing on the street, shouting imprecations at her,
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