The summer with Avyan had a before and after: before his widowed father came to visit and—afterward. I was an out-of-work graduate student in the sixth year of my doctoral program in Political Science, slicing my life thin and watching the end of a relationship slowly burn out, like a curtain winded by an errant candle. Continue reading “Slowness” (excerpted), A Short Story by Amrita De from Issue 2
We are delighted to announce that Snarl will host our very first Prose and Poetry Contests starting December 1st, 2021. Submissions will close on January 31st, 2022. Any writer residing in the US and who identifies as marginalized, whether due to their economic status, race, ethnicity, gender identity, sexual orientation, disability, incarceration or immigrant status, or other oppressed group, is eligible for this contest. For our full … Continue reading Snarl’s First Poetry & Prose Contests
Our second print issue is due out in early November! Snarl: Fall 2021 is now available for pre-order on Submittable. This issue includes great fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and artwork by talented creators across the US, Canada, and the world. Pre-order your copy now! You can read more about the issue here. Issue 2 Cover Sneak Peek Continue reading Issue 2: Fall 2021 Coming Soon!
As a journal that pays semi-professional rates and always has a free submission option, our need for financial support is great. Funds raised on GoFundMe will go toward paying creators for their work (whether published in Snarl Online or in print), covering print costs for the print issue, and more. Continue reading Support Snarl: GoFundMe Campaign
When men envision the future,
polyester-clad chest over wrought-iron frame echoing
like the long, hollow hold of a wooden boat,
they see
little ray guns, shiny, Continue reading “2098,” a Poem by Holly Eva Allen
Take all your heavensand line them uphere is what you havewhat to bring with you—these apple blossomsthese striated winter skiesyour mother in the flowerbedsyour teethsplitting the name of the girlin the red windbreakerinto halvesyour shallow footprints in the foliar carpetdisordered and roaming. oh whiskey-eyed sunoh landscape after a wildfirein a dream we go softy into the groundhand-in-handthe choir orchestrating HallelujahHallelujah. Jessica Moore is a San … Continue reading “On the Desire for an Accompanied Death,” a Poem by Jessica Moore
Sữa: milk. (Watch the dip of your tongue–Sửa: to fix.) Curdle rinsed. Empty plastic gallons windchimed against your collected hollow aluminum. Cans creased sharp. Sliced your and mother’s fingerprints. Stung to grip the bag. Big enough to float. Gravity-less smile on cartoon Earth. Revolving wheels crush and haybale. Overalled, the attendant opened our bag to sort and toss. Five cents. Ten cents. Not in California, not … Continue reading “Speak, Plastic,” a Poem by Jade Hidle
I remember my mother dancing. I remember craning my neck to see her, tilting my head so far back that my eyes were in line with my heels, for when I was short and round and two-years-old, my mother was tall and translucent, and very beautiful and would have been twenty-one-years-old. Continue reading “I Remember My Mother Dancing,” an Essay by Manju Prasad
I follow you as you follow the one above you.
You take the cliff, the trees, the deer on your wings.
I am behind you watching the ground over which we fly. Continue reading “Cliff Notes,” a Poem by Diane Glancy
If you turn
your attention
to the Mississippi
river, you’ll see
the closeted Continue reading “Earth Gazing,” a Poem by Rubin Hardin
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