Portland awoke to yet another bleak day of trapped smoke, but we’re still eager to read your words!

This fall, we’re looking for work born out of grief and a rage for justice. Work born out of boredom and loneliness, joystick escapism, essential labor, and kitchen-table kindergarten-by-Zoom. We want the fragments you composed mentally while tending your community and the epic you penned in isolation. (But keep it under 5000 words, please.)

We read submissions on a rolling basis throughout the academic year, with a break in November and December.