Making Submissions Open Again
We’re doing it. The long dark night of our death-rattled sleep is giving way to visions of publishing grandeur and small pleasures that mean so much more than they seem. A house is rocking at the edge of the sky.
Let us go then, all of us… into that long, dark night at the end of seasons and the beginning of new cycles. Send us your ragged orphans of thought who are hungrier for truth than the masses dare to suspect. Send us your greatest hits before they were born. Send us a love note from the war zone of your personal eternity. Send us a planet to land on. Tell us: how do you make your daily bread?
Make it transpersonal. Read the instructions. Choose your editor wisely. We might be honored to feature your work in a future incarnation of Metapsychosis.