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Armada

Dear writers, readers, and supporters of upstart, impudent literary endeavours in general,

In the Spring of 2006, we’re releasing a new, free literary journal called Armada. It will feature new and original prose, poetry, sketches, and photography, perhaps provided by you. The journal will be published in .pdf format, which is easy to carry and easier to share. Appearance and quality will be top shelf.

If you’re a reader, we fancy your business. Once launched, we ask that you share a copy of our little startup with friends, family, casual acquaintances, and attractive strangers of all types, if you think they might be interested. We don’t want to make money, we want to be read.

If you’re a writer or an artist, we want your work and we covet your genius. Submission details follow:

  • We’re looking for fiction of all types—long, short, literary, or genre—provided that it’s good. Novels in progress are great, so long as they’re self-contained. Theatrical works are also acceptable assuming they read well. If your gift is poetry, we ask that you submit six or seven pieces. Visual art and photography is also stellar, and there we ask to see six to twelve images. In all instances, please provide a short bio.
  • Contributor payment is unvarying and unimpressive, which is to say: we cannot pay you. Gratitude and triple-W superstardom will be yours; cash will be accrued only through your day job.
  • Our editorial staff is far flung and not eager to cohabitate. As a result, we can only accept submissions over e-mail. Please send your work to editors@armadaquarterly.com.

Thanks. We can’t wait to hear from you.

Dave and Bill

Comments

Anonymous said…
Okay, I'm not worthy of submission, but I would like to read a copy whenever it's available. Please sign me up.

(Jorge pressured me into this. Just so you know.)
Anonymous said…
Excellent idea, Manus.

Put me on the subscription list for sure.

I'll probably be contributing something.
Beth said…
Dave, this is excellent news! I'll pass this along to friends, relatives and, most especially, attractive strangers.
Anonymous said…
Dude, first you hit me up for the idea all subtle-like, as if I'm on some exclusive short-list, and now you go whoring yourself out to whoever will take you.

We'll, I'll still take you, goddammit, but now I feel less special about it.

Good to know theatrical stuff is being considered, as well. Not that I have a lot of it on hand, but you never know what my wee neurons will work up next.

... you tart.

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