Prose

The Hanged Men

By Owen Schalk “The present conditions of the country are no more than the threshold of a profound…and most important examination of consciousness.“ – Pasolini on the eve of the Italian Civil War (1943-1945) They found a man with bricks in his pockets hanging under Blackfriars Bridge in London. His name was Roberto Calvi. He … Continue reading The Hanged Men

DOORS AND WINDOWS

By Nancy Christie “Get away from the window. And close those curtains!” Melanie’s words came out harsher than she had intended, and hurriedly she tried to soften her tone. “It’s cold outside, and this house is so drafty. At least the drapes block some of that wind. And I don’t want you to get sick,” … Continue reading DOORS AND WINDOWS

Guys Like Him

By Maia Kowalski My father started going to church again after he got divorced the second time. Whether it was because he felt guilty or suddenly pious, I’ll never know, but I was forced to go with him every Sunday morning. I don’t know why he wanted the company. We didn’t do a lot of … Continue reading Guys Like Him

A CLUMSY LITTLE STORY

By Fereshteh Molavi Let me tell you a story, a clumsy little story.  Not once upon a time, but this very day, or precisely yesterday, or surely tomorrow, a newcomer joins the old-timers of our city who were once newcomers too. Well, that’s just the way things happen – not that the oppressive powers of a … Continue reading A CLUMSY LITTLE STORY

LOST SOULS

By Brittany MacBeth I looked out across the eerie, placid waters. “Well, gentlemen, here we are,” I said, excited and nervous to start this new chapter. Thomas and Issac were settling in and unpacking their things. “I never envisioned myself becoming a lighthouse keeper,” Thomas replied. “How hard could it be?” Questioned Issac. We had … Continue reading LOST SOULS

HARD TIMES

By Nancy Machlis Rechtman No one knew where they came from. It seemed they just appeared out of nowhere one day. It was hard to tell at first, but it turned out there were seven of them. Orphans, all of them, though we never did find out if they were all from one family or, … Continue reading HARD TIMES

The Last Spring

By Katherine Hoffman In 1983, the last spring of my mother’s father’s life had arrived. I dashed home from school, my legs spinning like the pinwheels my grandmother bought in the clearance bin at K-mart. My “snowbird” grandparents had arrived earlier in Michigan than expected. The car engine was popping, indicating they had not been … Continue reading The Last Spring

Animal Cruelty

By Ryan Shane Lopez Welcome to the House of the Lord, everyone, and especially to each of our little critters who were able to join us tonight. I’m Pastor Lambert, and I’m so glad you’re all here for this momentous Sunday evening at Open Arms Fellowship. Shortly, we’ll be taking a vote that could shape … Continue reading Animal Cruelty

SOMETHING’S OUT THERE

By Paul Lee “Alright!” he roared, taking to his feet. “You arrogant weasels don’t want to believe me. Well, look for yourselves!” His lips quivered. “Go on!” He gesticulated. “If you come back without seeing it, fancy me a liar until the day I die.”  “It’s not the day you die,” Christopher wisecracked. “It’s the … Continue reading SOMETHING’S OUT THERE

DEAD TIRED

By Nancy Schumann I woke up and wanted to die. My back was one big area of pain. I remembered that joke one of my work-mates once made: When you’re 50, and you wake up with your back hurting and your head hurting and stiff joints, you know you’re still alive. So I got up … Continue reading DEAD TIRED

ASIAN MOM

By Kelly Ann Gonzales Kiki’s mother warned her to be careful when she was pregnant because the aswang was watching from the trees in the jungle. All Filipinos knew that the scariest creatures lived deep in the jungle where no one ever went, and then they walked out looking like one of us. They were shapeshifters who … Continue reading ASIAN MOM

JOYRIDE

By Isabel Wolfe-Frischman Naomi had planned to stop for a date shake that morning, at the turnoff to the high desert, before she journeyed on in the hope of adventure or a hamburger and a couple of beers, whichever came first. Still, she got sidetracked by the hand-painted sign: CAHUILLA GIFT SHOPPE – SOUVENIRS. A blood-red arrow pointed … Continue reading JOYRIDE

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Prose Guidelines

We accept submissions in .doc or .docx format. One story per submission with a maximum of 15 pages. In a one-word document please include your submission and a short bio. Please send prose submissions to goatsmilksubmissions@gmail.com.

Any and all accompanying art or photography is strongly encouraged! The header image should be in a 2:1 ratio and black and white, please. Additional images and multi-media should be sent separately from the .doc or .docx, no .pdfs. Please indicate where you want accompanying art to be placed in stories. If we accept any of your pieces you submit, include your social media handles in your bio for recognition on our social media pages!!

Non-fiction

Send us your memoirs and personal essays. Tell us what happened in a new and refreshing way. Academic essays are acceptable but keep them relevant to literary topics.

Fiction

Send us your stories. We love stories that move with purpose. There should be a reason why the piece starts and ends where it does. We look for characters that are well developed and strong enough to exist beyond the confines of the story

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