Contests

Writers: you still have a bit more than a month to enter our summer contest. We’ve received a bunch of prose submissions (three with the particularly intriguing titles “Oil Spills Remind Me of Him,” “The Claybelle Maniacs,” and “Swimming with Sharks. Or Not.”), but not much in the way of poetry. Maybe all you poets …

First, the bad news: The end is nigh! Apocalypses may fail to materialize, but the end of our regular reading period has arrived with a vengeance. Any manuscript postmarked after today will be burned, eaten, excreted, and then burned again by the four horsemen of late-submission annihilation. Maybe they are actually deadline-driven copy editors on …