We are now accepting submissions for our next 2024 issue. For the next issue, we welcome high-quality short fiction and poetry in any genre up to 1,000 words. Please submit your best stories and poems by September 26. Accepted works will first be published on our website, then later appear in print and digital formats.
For the next issue, we enthusiastically welcome high-quality short fiction and poetry that surprises, delights, and showcases the skill of literary artists working today. Both realist and speculative stories are encouraged, as are more experimental poetic forms. Work may range up to 1,000 words for prose or feature any length poems. Most importantly, we are looking for writing with crisp, compelling language and a strong perspective or narrative arc.
A particular highlight of our publication is championing new writers, whether unpacking the complexities of relationships, exploring facets of identity, or spinning masterful works of fantasy or science fiction. We also attract our share of bestselling novelists and distinguished poets who appreciate our editorial approach. Past contributors have even included Pulitzer Prize recipients.
Submission Guidelines:
- Short fiction up to 1,000 words
- Poetry of any length
- All genres and literary styles
- Deadline: December 31, 2024
- Email your submissions to everywriter@outlook.com Subject heading: Poetry Submission or Fiction Submission
We can’t wait to read your submissions! Please send your best speculative fiction, drama, poetry, memoirs, or avant-garde pieces for consideration.
Note: We are currently working on our print and digital end of this month. It will publish in Late April/Early May.
See me laugh,
I know that you,
love to see me laugh.
So I’ll laugh,
for you God.
Woman,
We all know how you came to be,
by a rib taking from man.
Woman,
Because of your curiosity and your wandering mind.
Woman,
you were so easily seduced into temptation,
by the serpent and his lies.
Woman,
Man has always blamed you; for his downfall been cast out of the garden.
Woman,
You gave purity of your virginity to the devil himself!
Woman,
And then you turn around and give it to the man?
Woman,
What the devil had already tasted!
Woman,
So for centuries you and and your word can’t be trusted.
Woman,
Have always been seen less than equal to many.
Woman,
this plague has been bestow upon you.
Woman,
The truth is, that rib that was given to you,
was more than just any other rib; this I tell you.
Woman,
It’s the blueprint of Elohim fingerprint.
Woman,
That gives the right to give birth to life.
Something that man would never be able to do.
Woman,
This is why,you should always keep your head held high.
Woman,
Even on days when you feel invisible; to the world and yourself too..
Woman,
West Indian Girl”
“You love to dance, this I see .”
Soca ,Calypso sweet music.
West Indian Girl,
The djembe drum and the steel pan.
It wakes the whole island ,to a jump up and dance session.
Congo rhythms , salsa, to reggae chanting.
West Indian Girl,
“Watch me; I’m whining!”
“The beauty of your natural hairstyle,
Senegal braid twist, dreadlocks, guinea,
cornrows to the soda dumplings plaited hair.”
West Indian Girl,
“hair covered with beads.”
West Indian Girl,
“The dreadlocks wearing them however you please.”
West Indian Girl,
“ What’s even more beautiful than the hairstyle and do’s?”
West Indian Girl,
“Your accent has me falling deeper in love with you.”
West Indian Girl,
“ You already know that your roots; do have a story to tell.”
West Indian Girl,
“Stolen away from your home and tribe land,
placed in iron chains on feet and hands,
to have that ugly yoke upon that beautiful neck.”
West Indian Girl,
“ No longer a princess that one day will become Queen. “
West Indian Girl,
“ feeling like livestock,
rather than a human being.”
West Indian Girl,
“Crying and asking oneself;
How can these strange white people be so mean?”
West Indian Girl,
“ don’t speak the same language ,
or worship the same God ,Elohim ,gods,
elohim.”
“what the eyes can see; both are human beings.”
West Indian Girl ,
“So far from the motherland Africa.”
West Indian Girl,
“ Remain strong to make the islands of the Caribbean your home and tribal kingdom.”
West Indian Girl,
“agriculture , cultural and traditions;
knowledge and know-how of Angola, Somalia, Sierra Leone, Tanzania, Mali ,Mozambique, Ethiopia, Nigeria,and most of Guinea -Bissau and much more.”
West Indian Girl,
“ your bravery and strength showed it all,
so that all of Africa can see”
West Indian Girl,
“when ripped away your homeland ,family and friends,”
“Beaten and raped stripped away your dignity. “
“ That was meant to be taken away from you.”
West Indian Girl,
“ Little did your oppresses knew;
when they made you, their slave“
“ That the warrior fighter never left you, that which was taught in the motherland. “
“And it will remain inside of you. “
West Indian Girl,
“ Never forget that you are an African girl.”
Meg felt something tickle her arm in the dark. Groggy, she brushed it away, only to feel it crawl back, faster. She flicked on the light, revealing a centipede disappearing under her skin. Panicking, she clawed at the spot, but the bulge slowly slithered towards her neck, then vanished.
Now I really feel stupid. Please disregard that last entry by T.S. Kincaid. Thank you!