Submissions

Submitting to Conjunctions
The online reading period for our Spring 2021 issue, Conjunctions:76, The Fortieth Anniversary Issue, is now closed. 
Conjunctions accepts submissions of short- and long-form fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and any hybrid thereof, including translations.

If submitting by mail, please send your manuscript with SASE to the editorial office. While we can’t predict exactly when an issue will close to new work, we typically read hard-copy submissions into August for our fall issues and into February for our spring issues. We read year-round for the weekly online magazine, which is not subject to thematic restrictions. All submissions are automatically considered for both print and online editions, unless your cover letter specifies otherwise.

Bradford Morrow, Editor
Conjunctions
21 E 10th Street, #3E
New York, NY 10003

In order to receive a response to hard copy submissions, you must include a self-addressed envelope stamped with sufficient postage for our reply and for return of your manuscript (if requested). Do not send submissions by any delivery method that requires a signature. If we accept a submission, we will reach out as quickly as possible via email. If you have not received a response from us after twelve weeks, please assume that your submission has been declined. 

Although we have no official restrictions regarding word count, most of the manuscripts we select for publication are under eight thousand words long. For poetry submissions, we suggest sending half a dozen poems, depending on length. We do not publish academic essays or book reviews. All submissions must be in English and previously unpublished. We strongly prefer to receive exclusive rather than simultaneous submissions and make every effort to respond to work in four to six weeks. 

We strongly suggest that writers new to Conjunctions read our recent issues to acquaint themselves with our publications. Subscriptions are available here.

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In Print

Vol. 75
Dispatches from Solitude
Fall 2020
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

March 3, 2021
The roses never looked so good before we gained a dormant garden
help. But roses burn in just one day of this appalling desert heat. An
effervescent sun burning the roses as I must wish it would inflame all
features of the abhorrent politicians plunging a nation into ruin ... and archaeology! We look in vain for faces from a human past.
February 24, 2021
Then geese cycle madly
across a pond
like Wile E. Coyote
three feet past the cliff—

catch lift
and join the great migration.
February 17, 2021
We’re coming home from school, walking up the hill, Marco in front, his head down, his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans, Laurel behind him, the collar of her shirt spilling out of her sweater like a tropical plant, then Samantha, agitated, as if struggling to free several birds from the snags in her hair, and finally Peter, our little brother, who lags behind us and sings:

           and all the people said
           what a shame that he’s dead
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