Our press is open to submissions, but only in the sense that a locked door is “open” to someone willing to pick it. We are looking for work that is ambitious in scope and execution—formally intricate, syntactically alive, and conceptually unwilling to play dead just because it might sell faster if it did. If your piece can be paraphrased in a single earnest sentence without that sentence instantly becoming a parody of itself, it’s probably not for us.
We’re not here for obvious autofiction that reads like a group-text confession with paragraph breaks. We’re not here for MFA-safe narratives reverse-engineered to pass the vibe checks of lit-world Twitter. We’re not here for prose that has mistaken “clarity” for “removing everything interesting until it can be read in the time it takes to pee."
We are here for the dense, the experimental, the conceptually irreducible—projects that understand structure not as scaffolding for “content,” but as a living constraint that produces meaning. We want language doing something only language can do; forms that generate their own necessity; ideas that resist the interpretive hospice care of easy thematics. Send us work that feels like it had to be built from the ground up, not slotted into the prefab narrative condos currently passing as literature. Surprise us. Challenge us. Make us read it twice—not because we didn’t get it, but because we did and can’t stop thinking about it.
