***UPDATE: We are currently grappling with beasts heretofore unseen in the background here at Wordsworthing. The below information on the Lit Mag, although still our belief, does not reflect our current state. THE LIT MAG IS ON HOLD AS OF NOW AND WE DON'T KNOW WHEN WE WILL RESUME THAT ENDEAVOR. Please go to the blog for more information.***
Why a Lit Mag?
To quote the Vision: ...to search for others who believe and then to put our fucking backs into it until the Art is uncovered. And then we will give it to the world, without a warning label, and dare all to gaze upon it.
The literary magazine is one avenue of doing that work and putting that Art into your hot little hands for you to fawn/weep/chortle/shit-oneself over. Our publication frequency is undetermined for now, but trust that we are holding until we get something that stabs us in the heart. And when we do, we will sharpen that stick and send it to you, the reader, to stab you with that empathy so it lives beyond the screen of the author and out into the world to breathe and grow like the human condition demands.
Writers: Don't fuck around. Respect the process. Read the Blog (we are giving periodic updates on how the process is going). Listen to the podcast so you are aware of how judiciously we are ravaging your work. Then send us your very best work (Submissions link below).
Readers: Subscribe to The Newsie for now. We're cooking up something baller for mag distribution. Baller for dayz. With a Z. Just keep those panties on and wait it out (or shuck them, we don't discriminate against the underwearless).
Artist's rendering of Wordsworthing, the Lit Mag. Bitches. Note that this was drawn on the back of a Zyzzyva form rejection letter. Bong.
