Beehive Magazine has sent out a new call for submissions, and it goes a little something like this:
We need stuff to publish on the website and we are sick of all your poetry bullshit.
Here are the new guidelines:
If you think your piece of writing is profound or beautiful or zen or ironically unimportant or whatever, we don’t want it.
What Beehive is seeking is the stupidest irrelevant bullshit you have ever written/drawn/taken a picture of (whatevs). This means your dumb drawings during class, the syntaxy drippings of your blacked-out mind, space aliens, blood splatter, stuff you obviously didn’t write, pictures of your children (or other people’s children), pornography, scanned objects, failed craigslist ads, essays with all your teacher’s corrections scribbled on top, a list of all your bathroom contents, blueprints, schematics, graphs, charts, crayon drawings.
Really just anything you don’t care about.
The deadline is right now.
Sounds good. I like a lot of the stuff they have already, by folks like Alexandra Lukens, Michelle Puckett, Alexandra Ran, Kyle Hemmings, and especially Theresa Stefeniak of which I further post a sample:
tell me about your osmosis
about getting gobbled up by weather
I want to breathe wet
a slight chance of rain showers
in the end, bacon won the prize
katana swords make men (into) dinner
he’s going to bring cool catness back
baby loves digable planets
what about the assemblage of gingerbread?
Shakespeare takes a brand new job
if nothing foes wrong against horse thieves
or the dignified quality of an opera box
the Adult Services of a California blonde
indulge & unwind- New York Style