We invite submissions of 500‑3000 words, fiction and nonfiction, for the fall issue of Blip Magazine. Submissions should be sent as MSWord files (doc or docx) attached to an e‑mail with a short bio. You may also include your text directly in the e‑mail.
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Accepting submissions for fall
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James Whorton Jr. Feature
We’re pleased to feature an excerpt from James Whorton’s new novel Angela Sloan, just published by Free Press. Check the Features page above or go straight to “Leaving DC.”
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Two sites you will want to visit
Jacinda Russell’s Something Between Want and Desire
Jacinda Russell’s & Nancy Douthey’s In Search of the Center -
Frances Lefkowitz feature
We are fortunate to have a brace, OK, some short of a brace, a group, half dozen almost, of fine small stories by Frances Lefkowitz, plus a conversation between Frances and our own Meg Pokrass. Apprehend me with mouse to see it now.
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Objection!
I hate the blogging and anything remotely bloggish and all of the crap networking–interesting, yes, for about two weeks after you’ve seen all the available photos of your now shockingly corpulent high school acquaintances. I’d like to see BLIP forcefully
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Damian Dressick
Cleaning House
Kristin vacuums our apartment for the sixth time today. She takes her sweet time inscribing elaborate hieroglyphics in the wheat-colored wall to wall. A word here, a phrase there. She is writing, she tells me curtly, the story of our marriage.
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Sarah Salway
Separate Beds
They slept in single beds. My sister and I would sneak upstairs to lie on them when Granny was in the kitchen. We’d divide by gender. Laura would take Granny’s and I would take Granddad’s.
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Jeff Landon Feature
Today we have for you three stories by Jeff Landon and a short interview with the author. Check the FEATURES page or go directly to Algebra.
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Tiff Holland
A Pool in February
“From this angle it appears absolutely dead,” said Levon. He was looking at the legs, the cow stiff in the pool as if it were doing the dead man’s float. He walked around the body slowly. Steam still rose from it. It hadn’t been dead long.
“I
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Bonnie ZoBell
The Pep
Saul’s tradition in the 80s, going to the new Peppermint Lounge on 45th, turned ritual once he met the waitress with the sparkly cleavage, her oral cavity the most lascivious thing he’d ever made it with, which he did every chance he got on those
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George Singleton Feature
Added today a feature story by George Singleton along with an interview conducted by Meg Pokrass and Jim Whorton. See FEATURES above or go directly to Gripe Water.
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Olufemi Terry Feature
We’re delighted to feature a new story by Olufemi Terry, whose short story “Stickfighting Days” won the 2010 Caine Prize for African Writing. See our FEATURES page or go directly to Dark Triad.
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Call for Submissions
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Frances Lefkowitz
Buckling, Gasping, and Dead
The trick to falling is to do it in the up direction, betraying gravity but following the wind. Try it six times, in a hurry, as if you were pouring coffee from the unstable top step of a ladder, the musky smell of clove and skunk rising back toward
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Chloe Poizat Feature
We are delighted to present a developing feature showing the work of French artist and illustrator Chloe Poizat. We’re beginning with just a few images, but hope to have more in the near future. Click on the FEATURES link above or go directly to
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An Important Note from Meg Pokrass
I can’t sleep because it is not necessary, a bath won’t help, I have a bath but it is not one I will use and last week he did not have any problems and also the sound of the ocean pleases me; can’t sleep because under is a sub-continent, a captain
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Kim Herzinger Feature
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Lori Ostlund Feature
We’re pleased to publish today a short feature on Lori Ostlund, including a wonderful story and a short interview. Please look on the FEATURES page or just click here.

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Kelly Renick
I just wish you didn’t feel the need
You are mostly silent but when you do speak you take that tone with me.
My bones break easily. You see me as fragile, watch where I walk, wrap my ankles in cotton when it rains. The doctor pulls my bones apart, bends my wrist back, pushes in a way
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