Submissions

We will not be publishing a Summer Issue this year. You are more than welcome to send in submissions at any time, but we will not be reading until August for the fall 2008 issue.

Submission Guidelines on the Site

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Poetry, proposals for reviews and visual arts.

There is no shortage of really nice art and literature out there. We do not want “nice.” We want to feel a physical reaction to your work. Nausea. Embarassment. Arousal. Something.

Poets: 2-5 poems
Flash Fiction: 1-2 short short pieces (100-500 words)
Visual Artists: Send 2-5 samples and if possible, a link to your work.

Bio: Introduce yourself a bit as a writer/artist and as a person. The inclusion of publication credits is acceptable but by no means necessary.

Guidelines:
Simultaneous submissions are acceptable, as is previously published work (please note original publication credit), though unpublished work is more likely to find a home here.

Send all of your work in the body of one email.

One submission per issue.

We will not publish the same artist more than two issues in any one year.

We will probably not accept work which is discriminatory, contains nonconsensual sex, underage characters, bestiality, or covert or overt bigotry, sexism or libel. We might but it better be damn good.

By submitting, you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. You also agree that the work is your original creation and does not infringe on any copyrights or copyright laws. If your work has been previously published, please indicate where and when your poem has appeared. Only submit work if you retain the copyright. We are asking for non-exclusive rights during the three to four months in which your work will appear and the right to archive the issues containing your work for as long as the website exists. You also grant the right to publish your work in any print anthology published by Mannequin Envy.

If your work is published elsewhere after being published in Mannequin Envy, we would appreciate the courtesy of a mention.

Thank you for sending submissions to:

For email addresses, please replace (at) with @, replace (dot) with .
Poetry: poetry (at) mannequinenvy (dot) com
Visual Arts: visuals (at) mannequinenvy (dot) com

Flash Fiction: flashfiction (at) mannequinenvy (dot) com
Proposals for journal/book reviews to editor (at) mannequinenvy(dot)com

What next?

When you submit, you will first receive an annoying request to prove you are human by typing in some code. We apologize, but it is necessary.  We will not be reading 1 month before and 1 month after a new issue is published. We will eventually read all submissions sent. If you have not heard from us within 2 months, please write. Crazy things happen to good people and their submissions that are beyond our control…. or maybe within our control, but not outside the overwhelming power of entropy. Just write and ask and we will let you know.

It is a great idea to check out the current issue and back issues to get a feel for what we like.

Best of luck, and thanks for considering Mannequin Envy!

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10 Comments

  1. regina coll said,

    February 2, 2008 at 12:11 pm

    Would you be interested in trading Links? Please chek out my project’s website.

    Thanks for considering,
    Regina

  2. jkvanburen said,

    April 19, 2008 at 2:45 am

    Hi Regina,
    I have decided not to do links. There are many sites out there that publish large lists of journals. sites, etc.

    All the best, and thanks for stopping by.

    Jennifer

  3. Special said,

    February 24, 2009 at 6:58 pm

    So I’m assuming there’s no chance of you considering anything if the writer isn’t a said eighteen years of age?

  4. Jennifer said,

    February 25, 2009 at 1:32 am

    Hey Special,
    Please send along your submission, please. Let us see what you’ve got 🙂

    ~Jennifer

  5. justme said,

    May 24, 2010 at 9:14 pm

    are you still accepting submissions for poetry?

  6. JerDot said,

    July 25, 2013 at 12:54 pm

    Uncle Ear Johnny’s father’s oldest brother who served in the war to end all wars but raw capitalism would not allow for this eating people as little snacks – and Johnny’s father bore responsibility for the nickname given birth that day they all went to a movie in The South Bronx seeing Charlie Chaplin eating his shoes as meatballs and the shoelaces as spaghetti al dente and Uncle Seppe’s ear could be seen covering one-third of the screen. Johnny’s father had a rivalry with “The Ear” ever since he was five years old and Seppe, two years older than he, coming back from their first day of school and Seppe reciting the Brazilian alphabet in front of his Black godfather and other land owners while Gaetano couldn’t so making their father – and Johnny’s father would tell everyone that the guy wasn’t his real father – decided that his first born would be the one to get a schooling while Gaetano, the second of a total brood of seven, would begin to learn the art of hard work and would by the age of twelve drive a wagon pulled by four horses delivering items from their dry goods store through a Brazilian forest ….

    The father would often tell his favorite son, Johnny, of the land of his birth: how, among ferns, brazilwood almost all destroyed by greed, shrub twice the size of his fourteen year old body, how he had confronted the sixteen foot snake blocking his path through a thick forest where streaks of light shone through the many branches of trees becoming themselves more monsters; frightening companions to the snake he was about to kill. He took out his big knife and cautiously slipped between the crooked shapes of trees that were engulfed by twisted vines as thick as both his hands joined. He moved softly toward the snake that was pausing to smell the fantastic world about it. Gaetano ignored the wetness of leaves touching his half naked body and only the cries of a macaw overcame the loud thumping of his heart – which he feared could be smelled by the snake and only the elation he felt when striking the creature’s body to gush blood made him throw away his fear. Again and again he struck down on the demon with its slit eyes and crooked tongue that began to strike out at the insane invisible First Testament god attacking. Feeling like a man Gaetano held pieces of the large snake up to the sky as a mighty toucan three feet in size screeched approvingly from high above in the middle branches of an upside-down tree and as he stood there blue butterflies as big as his face flew over his arm ….

    When their family returned to the land of rocks and stones, because the wealthy landowners could not pay their bills off due to the frost that killed off all their coffee crops, to the town called Stairs, which was the only way to reach it so high in the clouds it was, and Uncle Ear was in uniform with Papa Hemingway dodging German and Austrian artillery in their ambulance recovering mangled bodies since Seppe had been born in the land of the Appian Way but eighteen year Gaetano would tell the carbonari he would not go saying he was a Braziliero so not subject to the insanity of going into a war that was going to begin yet more wars; instead, killing off ninety percent of eighteen year old boys sacrificed to the gods of war as if that could dissuade the greed mongers looking for a meaning in their meaningless lives; believing human life was a small price to pay for the good pseudo aphrodisiac feeling of worth they were reaping and Gaetano told them one day mothers and fathers would go on strike in order to protect their children; not realizing it would only get worse being a seaman coming into the port of Marseilles and all the mariners were asked if they were fascists and those who said they were not would be forced to drink a bottle of castor oil and though he told the French Vichy he was not that at all – not ready to show his temper that was said among everyone matched Mount Vesuvius in its eruptions – and the Frenchmen decided this man who Rudolph Valentino would resemble did not have to drink …. and in their middle years of life, long before Johnny was born, Uncle Ear invited his dear brother Guy to dinner in far away Far Rockaway and when he told his wife Rosaria, suffering from an eye disease, to drop the “macaroni” into the boiling salty water to be blended later with gravy made in the juices of meats, so could not be what some people including renowned chefs called a sauce, and after the ten minutes or so of cooking to an al dente state of texture – what came out with the pasta were lady’s underwear!

    Johnny’s father – carrier of one of the weakest stomachs in the world – never again would eat at his brother’s table. Never never again. He might visit his older brother whom he liked and respected but when in Far Rockaway far far away from The Bronx he would not eat. He would not eat. END 7-25-13 vilhotti@peoplepc.com

  7. JerDot said,

    July 25, 2013 at 12:56 pm

    I could not find your submission thing so I sent my work to comments, Jerry V. ….

  8. JerDot said,

    July 25, 2013 at 12:57 pm

    I could not find your submission thing so I sent my work to comments, Jerry V. …. The work is called “Hard to the Teeth”

  9. JerDot said,

    August 11, 2013 at 8:16 am

    You guys are great! Thanks and I had to get the work off my chest, Jerry V. ….

  10. Jerry Vilhotti said,

    December 2, 2013 at 3:53 pm

    The twenties that led to the Great Depression? Poor Hoover took the fall and yet in the GOP’s mind are building more Hoovervills; They “think” that’s a stimulus package and this they think will cure our problems. Just because they graduated from elite schools – unlike the Dems – they are absent of thought! Our country, the Divided States of America, is travaling along two paths: one is the the fascistic swagger where there will be no longer unions so people will be forced to work six or seven days a week for a few dollars a day or go the second path called sloppy democracy. We do have a choice. Italy and Germany took the former path. How did that work out for them? JerDot


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