Submissions: FAQs, Deadlines and What’s Really Up

‘Tis a new year. ‘Tis the time to revamp and re-explain the submissions process. I understand it can be a bit confusing when I have monthly themes going on for most of 2016. I’m not trying to make it difficult; readers and writers alike tend to get excited when there are themes happening, so I…

Keegan McInroe: the Musician, Writer, and the Ultimate Talent.

Sick Lit Magazine: As I listened to your LP [Uncouth Pilgrims] from beginning to end, I heard sounds reminiscent of Robert Earl Keen, Stevie Ray Vaughn all the way over to the other end of the spectrum at Rob Zombie. I love your range and diversity–all of this being said, what largely inspired this range? Many…

 The Ascent Of Feminist Poetry- by Charles Bane, Jr.

(Cover art by Laura Grover)   Acknowledgements The germ of this book lies in essays that appeared online at That Lit Site, The Washington Independent Review of Books, and New Black Man, curated by Mark Anthony Neal, Professor of African and African American studies at Duke University. Professor Neal has never failed to make me…

One High, One Low – by G.J. HART

Although tempted, Douglas Montgomery III refused to interpret them as retribution. Yes, the affair had compromised his ability to care, but the doctor’s prognosis was clear; there was nothing he could have done to help his wife. He first heard them the day after the funeral: two short notes; un-nuanced and atonal. One high, one…

Submissions? Yes, please.

I know, I know, I originally said we were closed to all non-solicited submissions until January 31st. I changed my mind. We have a themed month coming up, Kate Jones’s “Invisibility” theme for February. If you know anything about me or SLM, you’ll know that I will encourage you to interpret this loosely, much like…

Laugh/Inhaling Suburbia/Raucous II – by Z.M. WISE

Laugh Laugh. Laugh. Snicker. Got humor? Have jokes will travel.   Humor: my greatest ally. I make love to you every day, burying my voice in your euphoric environment.   Echoing in barbaric ‘ha-ha’ tones, a lullaby of chuckles, sent to my loved one.   She deserves this after a life time of killing tears,…

10.0 – by Molly Mary O’Brien

10.0   She lives on the moon, teaching gymnastics. She’s way too old to compete now, ancient at 28. She can no longer do a double layout punch front, which is where you flip forward in the air twice with your whole body extended and rigid, then bounce against the floor hard and immediately flip…

The Other Woman – by DEE LEAN

The other woman. I sat across from her looking her in the eyes and holding her gaze. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. I’m not what she expected; I’m not the monster she awaited. Words fell out of her mouth trying to tell me things that I knew weren’t true. Excuses and reasons on why…

Life – by KATE JONES

Life I’m in a wheelchair flying down the corridor of the hospital and I think, this is something we’d laugh at if I wasn’t in total agony. This is just the kind of shit we usually find funny. I’d be getting him to try and race me as fast as I could. But it doesn’t…

Creative Writing – by ROB TRUE

The process of creative writing, from an uneducated, dyslexic idiot with no qualifications   If you’re sitting there staring at a blank screen, or piece of paper, not knowing what to write, you’re going nowhere. Nobody gives a fuck if you have a BA, or an MA or some other qualification for creative writing; it…

On the Nature of Re: Genesis by: DYLAN CALLENS

On the Nature of Re: Genesis God entered Freud’s consulting room.  He wasn’t sure why he was there, but he knew that his job depended on it.  The memo was clear: God: Our records indicate that you are due for a psychiatric examination with the company’s chief psychoanalytical clinician.  Please report to his office in…

Restless? Angry? Tired? Well, then! Come sit next to us.

(Your daily dose of inspiration, brought to you SLM-style)   Welcome to 2016, guys! My last letter wasn’t positive or uplifting—and I won’t apologize for that. Pretend I’m a man, just for a second. And then re-read my letter. WOMEN: stop apologizing for being who you are. Stop, stop, stop. Stop apologizing for writing—or saying…