Hi all. I was directed to litreactor by Frankaz at The Cult forums. He told me that many people have relocated to here, and so I think this is a good place to post this announcement, especially since fans of Chuck's work who are writers themselves are likely to share a certain sensibility.
My name is Dave Drogowski, and I'm the web administrator for an online literary magazine named Jenny. We're based in Youngstown, Ohio, US, and publish one issue per semester. We're taking submissions of fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction for our Fall 2012 Issue #004. Submissions are open year-round.
We currently don't have funds to pay those selected. But submitting is free, reading is free, sharing is free, et cetera. We are a nonprofit student group, The magazine is online only, so there aren't physical copies to distribute. But your published work will exist there in perpetuity.
You can view our first 3 issues (the most recent is our current home page), our staff, our submission guidelines, our mission statement and more at www.jennymag.org. And any direct questions can be related to me at davetionary@gmail.com.
Look forward to hearing from some of you and to reading some of your work. We have pulished work from authors around the U.S. and as far away as South Korea, and we love the literary conversation that we're curating. We encourage you to join that conversation.
-Dave Drogowski, web administrator, jennymag.org
From the 'about' section
Like many struggling postindustrial cities across the country, Youngstown, Ohio is a place defined by images of ruin and rust, and there are few images more striking than that of the Jeannette Blast Furnace. “Jenny,” as plant workers called her and as Bruce Springsteen referred to her in his 1995 song “Youngstown,” was one of two furnaces located at Youngstown Sheet and Tube. It was a place where things were made, shaped, created.
How are you on swearing etc? No issues with drug references or violence?
I'm not talking torture porn or anything, just wondering, because I might have something to send you guys and don't want to send the wrong stuff.
I will have a read of a couple of the stories on there at some point soon.
I sent an erotic-detective piece titled, Who Ate All the Pussy?
It's like a Bored to Death meets porno.
The box office numbers fluttered in her caramel hands as her eyes crawled from line to line, searching for a name, the familiar name, their name.
Finally she found it, her held and baited breath collapsed into a disappointed sigh that caused her chest to jiggle. Her hair shuddered back and forth as her head reeled away from the papers.
"Ben," she said her voice quivering with disappointment and frustration, "I think it's over between us."
