Thursday, September 30, 2021

The New Yorker pays well for fiction, poetry, humour, and cartoons

The New Yorker

1 World Trade Center
New York, NY 10007

So, you think you’ve got one of the best short stories ever written and you’re wondering where to send it? Try The New Yorker. For literary fiction, this is the best of the best. It’s been around forever, has a circulation of a million readers, and will pay you well for that short story (about $7,500 according to reports) . The New Yorker also accepts poetry submissions, humorous stories, and cartoons.

Fiction submissions: Please send your submissions (as PDF attachments) to or by mail to Fiction Editor. The New Yorker reads all submissions within ninety days, and will contact you only if they're interested in publishing your material.

Poetry submissions: Poetry is reviewed on a rolling basis. Send up to six poems per submission, but please submit no more than twice in twelve months. They do not consider work that has appeared elsewhere (including Web sites and personal blogs), or translations that have already been published in English (the original text may have been published.) Simultaneous submissions are welcome; please notify them promptly if a poem is accepted elsewhere. They try to respond within six months. Upload your work via Submittable.

Shouts & Murmurs and Daily Shouts submissions: Please send your submission (as a PDF attachment) to:
They read all submissions and try to respond within six months. They ask that you not send us more than one submission at a time, and that you wait to hear back about each pending submission before sending another. Keep in mind that Shouts & Murmurs are humorous fiction; first-person essays will not be considered.

Cartoon submissions: Please submit your cartoons via submittable. Send up to ten cartoons per submissions, but not more than once a month. The New Yorker reads all submissions and tries to respond ASAP (but they do get a lot of submissions). All cartoons should be drawn fully; they don't consider accept do not accept written ideas for cartoons.

Full submission guidelines here.

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Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Peacekeeper’s Daughter by Tanya Bellehumeur-Allatt available now

Peacekeeper’s Daughter by Tanya Bellehumeur-Allatt

Tanya Bellehumeur-Allatt holds an MA in English Literature from McGill University and an MFA in Creative Writing from UBC, and these days, she lives in Quebec’s Eastern Townships with her husband and four children.

But Tanya was born in Germany to French-Canadian parents and grew up on various army bases across Canada, from Quebec’s North Shore to Yellowknife, Northwest Territories. When she was twelve years old, her family moved to Tiberius, Israel, where her father served as a United Nations peacekeeper on the Golan Heights. When war broke out with Lebanon, Tanya and her family moved to Beirut, where they lived for seven months, at the height of the Lebanese civil war.

Tanya’s journal from 1982-1983 became the seeds of her memoir, Peacekeeper’s Daughter.


Peacekeeper’s Daughter is both a coming-of-age story and an exploration of family dynamics, the shattering effects of violence and war, and the power of memory itself to reconcile us to our past selves, to the extraordinary places we have been and sights we have seen.

Read an excerpt of Peacekeeper’s Daughter here.

Published by Thistledown Press, Peacekeeper’s Daughter is available now. Order your copy now from the publisher here, Chapters here, or order it through your local bookstore, here.


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Monday, September 27, 2021

“Rescuing Rusty” by Connie Taylor


I hated her. I hated her until I wanted to kill her. Listen, I’m a nice guy, but my wife is Wicked Witch Wanda. She had the money, I had the charm.

Now, she’d stopped my allowance.

“What are you doing today, Jackson?” she asked, peeking over her newspaper.

We didn’t talk much these days. In fact, I was rather pissed at her. She hated it when I didn’t talk to her. She was thirty years older than me, richer than God. Did she think I was here for wrinkles and red hats? Jesus.

“I’m not doing much today,” I responded, refusing to make eye contact with her over the sports section. She hated that too. Good! She could rot in hell. Cutting off my allowance. Reneging on the promises she’d made me. Come on. What the hell did she think this was? True love?

I cut up a piece of breakfast sausage, held it under the table for Rusty. My dog was the only thing I liked in this bloody house.

I waited. No Rusty. In fact, I hadn’t seen him this morning.

“Oh,” Wanda said. “Rusty isn’t here.”

“I can see that.” She knew I loved my dog. Rusty and I had been through thick and thin. When my first wife died of cancer and I’d lost everything I owned, Rusty had been there. When I had to live in my car for a year, Rusty had been there. For everything that mattered, Rusty had been there.

“Rusty’s not coming back,” Wanda said. She actually sounded happy about it.

“What?” I glared at her across the table.

“Well, look who’s giving me his full attention. It’s about time,” she whined. The type of whine only a born-rich debutante who’s never endured any significant suffering in life can whine. “I deserve respect.”

“Yeah. We all deserve a lot of things, Princess and I deserve my dog. Why are you being such a bi…”

“Stop it, Jackson! Your precious Rusty can come back. As soon as you come back to my bedroom and do what you’re paid to do.”

“I haven’t been getting paid lately,” I said. “So I’m not particularly motivated.”

“Well, Dearest, I thought that might be a problem.” She pulled a wad of bills from her pocket and threw them at me. I caught them with one hand, started counting the bills. Generous. This was about a month’s worth of generous. “Tonight. My bedroom,” she demanded. “Eight p.m. and you’ll have your dog back tomorrow. Otherwise, I don’t think poor Rusty will survive.”

I felt my face heat up. What a bitch. Damn it. I had done this to myself. To Rusty. Things needed to change. Today.

I stalked out of the house without saying another word. I knew where Rusty was. Wanda thought I was stupid. I wasn’t. Gloria, her housekeeper, had Rusty stashed at her apartment in Glenview. As I drove away from the house, I figured Wanda would be having her one allotted cigarette in about ten minutes. I hated smoking, but today, it was going to change my life. I felt a great sense of satisfaction. Thank god for gas leaks. Especially the ones that looked accidental.

I’d just reached the road when the house exploded in a huge ball of fire. Wanda had her cigarette early I guess. I smiled. My wife was literally toast. I slammed the brakes, skidded to a stop as neighbours came running. Time to act sad. Time to go through the grieving husband routine. After that, me, Rusty and Gloria were going to live happily ever after -- Anywhere else but here.


Connie Taylor is an Operations Manager by day, a writer and reader by night. Her writing aspirations began in grade school with her heroine, Pantoulia, who leapt over football fields of fire. She’s contributed to the Journal of Integrated Studies and the Fifty Word Stories website. She enjoys writing both fiction and nonfiction stories.

“Rescuing Rusty” was originally written as an assignment for one of Brian Henry’s writing classes and was previously published on Close to the Bone. For information on submitting to Close to the Bone {and a few other places} see here.

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Saturday, September 25, 2021

“What a Car!” by Carolyn Wilker



A car pulled into the driveway, tires crunching in the snow that crisp January evening. Its headlamps lit up my bedroom window, but since I wasn’t expecting any company, I paid no attention. I heard the car door close, and soon after the doorbell rang.

My landlady called upstairs and said that I had a visitor.

Who it could be?

There was Dad with a huge grin on his face, a sparkle in his blue eyes, and a set of keys in his hand.

I didn’t expect to see my father that night – and much less did I expect him to be there with a car for me to test drive.

“I made a deal at Elliot’s today,” he said. “Thought you’d like to see it.”

On the weekend, we had talked about the possibility of trading my trusty Corvair for another car, but I hadn’t expected anything this soon.

“Want to go for a drive?” he said.

Of course, I wanted to drive it! I ran up the stairs and pulled on my winter coat, taking a quick look out the window as I put it on. Under the reflection of my landlady’s outdoor light was a ’68 lemon yellow Camaro. Whooee!

I hurried down the stairs and out the door to where Dad waited, keys in hand.

I got in, readjusted the seat, rearview mirror, and side mirrors, and off we went for a drive around Waterloo.

“Do you like it?” he asked. “Is it a good fit?”

I agreed on both counts. I liked it very much.

When we returned to my landlady’s home, we sat in the car and talked about how much it would cost and how soon I could have it. One thing was for certain, I’d have to get a loan from the bank. Dad was willing to co-sign. All he needed was my approval and he could complete the deal. We would make the appointment at the bank the next week.


I had been driving a silver 1960 Corvair that once belonged to my grandfather Ted. My parents bought it from him when he decided to move to Florida. The Corvair had taken me safely and reliably to my weekend job at the nursing home during my last year of college, and then on the commute to Waterloo, where I boarded while working in a day care centre.

The Corvair was an experiment, with its engine in the back, and the trunk under the front hood. Ralph Nader had criticized General Motors soundly for it, but as it had been for my grandfather, the Corvair was a good little car that delivered a smooth ride. Its seat was just right for my short stature as it had been for my grandfather.

Grandpa Ted had always driven slowly down the freshly gravelled country roads so the car wouldn’t get stone chipped; its body was still in excellent shape. Dad said that it might run awhile yet, but sooner or later it would require some new parts and getting parts would be an issue, since the car was no longer being made. My favour, once set on the Corvair, was shifting rather quickly to the sporty Camaro, both for its appearance and for the practical reasons that Dad had explained.

The Camaro had just been traded in by a priest, who had purchased a brand new vehicle. The lack of stone chips on its shiny fenders and hood meant that the priest had treated the car with as much care as my grandfather had with the Corvair. The interior was clean and the upholstery looked like new. The Camaro was set low and the seat was easily adjusted. I felt like a queen behind the wheel, even if my bank book didn’t reveal a queen’s pay.

Dad and Mom said they’d cover the down payment temporarily, but I’d have to pay it back by March, so they could buy fertilizer for spring planting. I’d also need new snow tires to navigate the country roads. I was getting poorer by the minute and I hadn’t yet paid a cent for the car. Of course, I still wanted it. It was a dream car.

Dad drove the Camaro home that night and closed the deal the next day. I drove home for the weekend in my soon-to-be-retired Corvair, and Dad gave me lessons on changing tires, testing spark plugs, checking the oil level, and knowing when to add oil, as he had when I first drove the Corvair.

On Monday, after a trip to the bank, and an offer from the manager to work there, I left for the day care centre. When I drove into the parking lot, Penny, a fellow teacher, was out supervising children in the playground area. She whistled as I got out of the Camaro and approached the gate.

“Where’s the fancy clothes to match the car?” she asked, with a cheerful grin.

“Spent it all on the car,” I said, and I had.

Dodge Dart Swinger
I took good care of my lemon yellow Camaro, gave it regular maintenance, and far from the notion of cars being lemons, it proved reliable and took me many miles safely and in style.

It eventually needed a paint job, after someone backed into it in a parking lot at another day care centre. The driver had mistaken the Camaro for a snow bank on a dark winter morning. The supervisor, arriving in daylight, noticed the dent in my car. The parent admitted to his error and offered to pay for the repair and paint job, and I had it painted the same lemon yellow as before. The colour reminded me of sunshine – a particularly cheering sight on a gloomy day.

My future husband noticed me driving this car, so I suppose it was good for more than taking me places in style. We continued to drive the Camaro after he sold his fancy, gas-guzzling purple Swinger. 

When our first child was born, she had to ride in her baby seat up front, since her car seat didn’t work on the narrow back bench. About the same time, my car showed signs of rust, and so we agreed it needed to be patched and painted. I loved the lemon yellow and only grudgingly let my car be painted an electric blue. That wasn’t as painful as the white hood stripes and the wire trim that my husband said would suit it. He must have been missing his Swinger more than he let on.

We had barely brought the car home with its new paint job, when our neighbour, Larry, came across the street and offered to buy it. I was glad he liked it so much, because I didn’t. Those white hood stripes and wire trim had turned my car into something foreign. We made the deal with our neighbour, and we went out that week and bought our first family car – a station wagon.

But I always remember the first real car that I bought with my own money: a sporty, lemon yellow Camaro that turned heads when I drove by.


Carolyn Wilker is an author, editor, and storyteller from Kitchener, Ontario.  She blogs at

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Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Four agents at Salky Literary Management seek fiction and nonfiction for adults and children

Salky Literary Management

New York, NY

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Salky Literary Management (SLM) is a boutique literary management agency. And it’s new, having been established in 2019. “We represent authors whose stories inspire us. If you are a SLM or CSLA client, you are part of a group of authors that are changing the world through their stories. We are proud to stand in service of that mission.”

Salky has four agents, but for new authors, your best bet is probably with their least established agent:

Rachel Altemose is a junior agent and has been with Salky Literary Management since its inception. Prior to SLM, she interned at Eden Street Literary Agency and attended the Columbia Publishing Course.

Rachel is seeking picture books, Middle Grade, and Young Adult manuscripts. She’s also interested in literary fiction for adults and in narrative/serious nonfiction.

Rachel is a lifelong lover of storytelling and graduated from Vassar College with degrees in English and drama. She is interested in a diverse array of genres (children’s through adult) and is particularly keen on narratives with unique voices, diverse perspectives, immersive settings, complicated familial relationships, young/twenty-something protagonists, magical realism/surrealism, or experimental style.

Query Rachel through the agency’s query manager here.

Submissions page here.

Kate Hearn, Editorial Director,
Annick Press

If you’re interested in meeting an agent and in getting published, don’t miss our online How to Get Published workshop with literary agent Olga Filina of 5 Otter Literary, Saturday, Sept 25. Details here.

If you’re especially interested in writing for children or for young adults, don’t miss out Kid Lit workshop, Sunday, Nov 14, with guest Katie Hearn, editorial director, Annick Press Details to come but reserve your spot now. These workshops fill up fast. Email:

Beyond that, Brian Henry’s schedule continues to take shape...

September ~ Weekly classes ~ Still space in one class:

In-Person: Writing Personal Stories, 9 weeks of creativity and companionship. Wednesday evenings, Sept 29 – Nov 24, in Burlington. Details here.


Online: Writing for Children and for Young Adults,  Saturday, Oct 2, with guest Anne Shone, executive editor, Scholastic Books (see here) – This workshop is full.  

Online: How to Write Great Characters, Saturday, Oct 16. Details here.

Writing Retreats:

Lake Joseph in Muskoka: Writing Retreat at Sherwood Inn Resort. Friday, Oct 23 – Monday, Oct 25. Details hereNote: This retreat is now full. Next fall, we’ll offer two retreats at Sherwood to accommodate everyone. 

In the meanwhile, we arranged an end of summer retreat Sept 10 – Sept 13 at The Briars on Lake Simcoe and we'll also offer a retreat in March at the Briars if people are interested – let me know!

Plus, registrations are now open for ...

Algonquin Park: Writing Retreat at Arowhon Pines Resort, Friday, June 3 – Monday, June 6. Details here.


Navigation tips: Always check out the Labels underneath a post; they’ll lead you to various distinct collections of postings. If you're searching for more interviews with literary agents or a literary agent who represents a particular type of book, check out this post.

A few spots still open: Online workshop ~ How to Get Published, this Saturday, Sept 25, with literary agent Olga Filina

Lake Effect by Dayle Furlong
represented by 5 Otter

How to Get Published

An editor & a literary agent tell all

Saturday, September 25, 2021
1:15 – 5:00 p.m. Toronto time
Online and accessible wherever there's Internet

If you've ever dreamed of becoming a published author, this workshop is for you. We’ll focus on the process of submitting to an agent or publisher, and show you exactly how to write a query letter that will get a “yes!” Bring all your questions! Come and get ready to be published!

Special Option: Participants are invited to prepare a draft of a query letter you might use to interest an agent or publisher in your book. You don't need to prepare anything, but if you like, email me a draft of your query prior to our workshop. Olga and I will critique several queries, perhaps half a dozen, so everyone can see what works, what doesn’t and how to improve your query. Do remember that agents come to these events wanting to hear what you’ve got and hoping to find authors they want to represent.

Guest speaker Olga Filina is a Literary Agent and Partner with 5 Otter Literary.

Olga brings over twenty years of book industry experience to her work as an agent. From bookseller and buyer at national and independent bookstore chains, to director of literary festivals, library board member, publishing consultant, independent editor, book reviewer, and founding member of the Professional Association of Canadian Literary Agents, Olga has the specialized knowledge to find the best direction for her clients’ work.

Olga is currently looking for literary and book club fiction, historical fiction, crime, mystery, and suspense novels. She also wants prescriptive nonfiction projects, and memoir with exceptional writing, focusing on underrepresented voices.

In Kid Lit, she is looking for middle grade fiction with memorable characters, contemporary YA, and nonfiction across all categories.

Workshop leader Brian Henry has been a book editor and creative writing instructor for more than 25 years. He publishes Quick Brown Fox, Canada’s most popular blog for writers, teaches creative writing at Ryerson University, and has led workshops everywhere from Boston to Buffalo and from Windsor to Charlottetown. But his proudest boast is that he has helped many of his students get their first book published and launch their careers as authors.  

See reviews of Brian's classes and workshops here.

Fee: $43.36 + 13% hst = $49paid in advance by mail or Interac

To reserve a spot now, email:

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Sunday, September 19, 2021

Markets for your short stories, reviews, personal essays and other nonfiction

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The Quilliad Press publishes the writing and art of emerging and established Canadian authors, photographers, and other visual artists. “We care more about the quality of your work than your past publications.  

Quilliad looks for work that engages with the weird; that includes magic realism, literary science fiction, apocalyptic stories and poetry, retold/re-imagined fairy tales/folklore/myths, horror, and other spooky, speculative, dark, and macabre work.

Send poems (up to 5), flash fiction (up to 5 pieces), short fiction (up to 2,500 words preferably), visual art, and photography. 

“We read every submission and consider all submissions seriously.”

Open for submissions Aug 30 to Sept 30. Guidelines here.


Zoomer magazine and Everything Zoomer website invites writers and artists to submit pitches. We read all submissions but will only contact you if we’re interested in publishing your material.

Email submissions to:

Tint Journal is an online journal for English as a second language writers.  

They accept submissions for their In Conversation section year-round. In this section, they publish ESL book reviews, ESL writer profiles and interviews with ESL writers. They consider any writer ESL (English as a second language) who has acquired or learned the English language after they have been fluent in another language.

They accept creative writing submissions by ESL writers and artwork submissions by artist of all backgrounds for their biannual literary issues only within open call periods. 

See submission calls here.


Vox is actively seeking contributors to their Best Money I’ve Ever Spent essay series.

They're also looking for first-person essays that use personal stories and unique perspectives to explain the most important news stories of the day. 

They also want feature stories, science stories, etc.  

Payment varies

Guidelines here.


Creative Nonfiction: True stories, well told. Creative Nonfiction is arguably the world’s most prestigious journal for creative nonfiction. Nonetheless, it draws heavily from unsolicited submissions, and a typical issue contains at least one essay by a previously unpublished writer. 

“Surprise us! The only rules are that all work submitted must be nonfiction and original to the author, and we will not consider previously published work."

Length: 5,000 – 10,00 words. Pays $300. Note: There is a $3 fee to submit online. No charge for snail mail. 

Guidelines here.


Quick Brown Fox Quick Brown Fox welcomes your book reviews and your short stories, poems, and essays about reading, writing, favourite books, and libraries. Read a few essays on the blog to get a taste of what other writers have done (see here and scroll down).

Quick Brown Fox also welcomes reviews of any kind and of anything, anywhere or anybody. If you want to review your favourite coffee shops or libraries, babysitters or lovers (no real names please), go for it. See examples of book reviews here (and scroll down); other reviews here  (and scroll down).

Submit to:

Include a short bio at the end of your piece and attach a photo of yourself if you have one that’s okay.


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