We want to hear your voice!
K'in, an online literary magazine, is seeking and accepting submissions through Submittable, for our second issue.
Poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction.
We're particularly interested in voices from marginalized and underrepresented communities.
We also are introducing our brand new Young Writers Section, for submissions from writers aged 12-17.
Experimental, traditional, playful, prayerful, celebratory, challenging: human—try us.
Show us a new way to tell one of the millions of stories under that glorious sun.
"As Gertrude gazed at Clay in his dress uniform on the dresser, grainy and dead, she thought of war. Vague armies clashed in her mind. She remembered a painting she’d seen once at the museum; Napoleon’s horse reared, his red cape flowing like blood as he cried the charge. Trumpets sounded from the far reaches of her dreams, and Jericho fell, somewhere far away. She didn’t look at the photograph often, though it was always there, beside the gold pocket watch hanging under a glass dome with a grooved wooden base. As soon as she’d opened her eyes some moments earlier, she’d known the date. It was June 1st, a Sunday, the same date and day of the week it had been sixty-seven years earlier when she married Clay Strickland, a year home from the war...."
C.M. Chapman has appeared in Cheat River Review, Limestone, Dark Mountain in the U.K., and the anthology, So It Goes: A Tribute to Kurt Vonnegut. He is the author of the chapbook, Music and Blood, from Latham House Press, and his novel-in-stories, Suicidal Gods, is tentatively scheduled for release by Unsolicited Press in October of 2019. He is a graduate of the low-residency MFA program at West Virginia Wesleyan College, where he serves as an Adjunct Professor of English.
"She was waiting in the park for her robot to pick her up when the bombs went off. She was waiting in the park because it was embarrassing for a girl of her age to be picked up by a robot from school; such a thing was only necessary for small children, who needed chaperones to guard them against getting lost or kidnapped. But she, Grace, was no longer a child: she was tall and light-boned and beginning to develop breasts, and so it was embarrassing to have her robot pick her up, where all of her classmates could see...."