Tomorrow is dress in lunch meat day at school. Or something of the sort.
Red ribbon week, pep rally, full moon, Halloween, time change, and teenagers.
I’m disassociating for the rest of the night.
The Itch is growing, and we need a few more hands willing to scratch!
We’re looking for one or all of these positions:
Poetry Editor
Contest Editor
Managing Editor
Volunteer positions. Big ideas. Good company.
Interested? Apply here:
form.jotform.com/26300711371…
A beat-up Fairlane. Too much Pabst. A bad idea that gets worse.
Jesse Binger’s (@jessebinger) “Like Lucinda” is live at The Itch, and damn, this one lingers.
Read it: theitchlit.com/fiction/like-…
Wrote a story about a wedding I went to as a kid. There was a raccoon in a cage in the yard. We poked it with sticks.
It’s not southern gothic if it’s just your raisin’. 🤷♀️😂
Anyway, submitted it to a literary magazine.
I am hemorrhaging money running Stanchion right now. If anyone would like a phenomenal book or magazine issue (or a handful of them) please consider buying something. I've seriously published some remarkable work.
The Itch is always open for submissions!
-Flash Fiction
-CNF
-Poetry
-Micro
-Hybrid/Experimental
I’m looking for work that pesters and lingers. Pokes at my bruises and then follows me home.
theitchlit.com/submit
I just wrote 825 words about a house I’m personally offended by.
What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever turned into a piece of writing? Not the most profound. The weirdest. I want to know.
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