SUBMISSIONS OPEN FOR FALL 2019 June 1 – July 1
Submissions to pulp MAG for our fall 2019 issue are now open! Please review our submission guidelines, and submit via our submittable. Submissions will remain open until July 1.
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Fall 2018 Launch Party
Hi everyone!
As some of you may know, pulp has undergone some management changes over the past few months and has been tirelessly working on a newer, and better, pulp. On September 6th at 5:30pm, the pulp team will be hosting a launch party in celebration of the exceptional pieces being published in the Fall 2018 Issue. The party will include an art gallery with featured work, readings by the poets and short story authors, and of course, copies of the Fall 2018 Issue.
The launch party will take place at 5:30pm until 8pm on the Surrey KPU campus in the Cedar building, room 1205. Food and non-alcoholic beverages will be provided.
Come by to welcome the new pulp team, meet the people behind the fantastic literary and art pieces in the magazine, and for an overall fun time!
We hope to see you there!
An interview with Jónína Kirton
Literary Editor Carissa Kasper sat down with Talonbooks author Jónína Kirton for an in-depth discussion about culture, place, and the healing power of poetry. “Poetry has changed me, opening creative ways for me to express what I feel and think in exciting and creative ways. […]
Review: The sea with no one in it
New this week is a book review of the debut poetry collection by Niki Koulouris, The sea with no one in it, from Ontario small press, The Porcupine’s Quill. Niki Koulouris was born in Melbourne, Australia, and is a graduate of the University of Melbourne […]
From the Archive: Three Poems by Jonathan Pankratz
Fire season is here again in British Columbia. With temperatures rising and summer just around the corner, we are reminded of poet Jonathan Pankratz’s work about his experience as a forest fire fighter, poems that are as unique as they are haunting.
From, “Wildfire on Evacuated Reserve:”
We parked in the last untorched valley
to guard the cluster of housessurrounded by dead grass.
All night
rez dogs circled us,
their ragged forms slipping
through the hanging smoke
like landbound sharks
until our truck growled back.
See all the poems here.
