Submissions

Submitting to Conjunctions
The reading period for our Spring 2021 issue, Conjunctions:76, The Fortieth Anniversary Issue, is now open. We strongly recommend sending manuscripts via Submittable during our online reading period. This will be open November 23 through December 15, 2020. All submissions will automatically be considered for publication in our weekly online magazine.
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Conjunctions accepts submissions of short- and long-form fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and any hybrid thereof, including translations.

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 We do not publish academic essays or book reviews. All submissions must be in English and previously unpublished.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. 

If submitting by mail, please send your manuscript with SASE by 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. 

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

November 25, 2020
The smell was profound, suffocating, singular. My skin and clothes stank until I washed them; I had to stop at a gas station and wet my shoes under a faucet and scrub them with disintegrating Kleenex because the smell hung so potently in my car. It was dead fish and bird droppings and the bottom edge of a body of water, brought to the light and baked too hot. I once visited a blooming corpse flower at the Huntington and it smelled alive, at least. This was death of a hundred kinds braided together.
November 18, 2020
Where there is no fact, there can be no consolation. 

We chose to be plural in the presumed grace of what

is presumed to be moving in the dark. 
November 11, 2020
You, Shtuli, went to a school and sang a few songs.
            The children, with skybright eyes, listened rapt, their mouths hanging moistly open.

Strumming my balalaika, I, Shtuli, sang.

Shtuli, you asked Asfalyi, your child, to come to a noisejazz concert with you.
            “I’d rather stay home and read my grimoire tonight, to be honest, Boombi,” Asfalyi said.
            “That’s all right,” you gloomily said. “I’ll go by myself.”
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