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Our art submissions are open! Here's a quick guide for those wanting to submit art pieces to the Pinch. For more information, please check the link to our Submittable page.

🖼 Art by Marina Manoukian

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Looking for a place to submit your poems? Today is the last day our submission window for poetry will be open for the year! Submit by going to our website linked in our bio or visiting our Submittable page. We look forward to seeing your work! #poetry #pinchjournal #litmag

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This week, we present a preview of "how easy, to take the lungs for granted" which is another poem by Amanda Nicole Corbin. Read the full piece on PJO now.
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Looking for something fun to read today? Check out our latest poem "on my flight home they make an announcement" by Amanda Nicole Corbin. Read the full poem on our site now!

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Check out an excerpt from our newest piece "Eclipses" by Jimmy Kindree - then go read the full post on PJO #pinchjournal #thepinch #litmag #literarymagazine #writing

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HOVER
Robert Frankel

HOVER Robert Frankel

Hover
By Robert Frankel

He’d learned how to levitate when he was young as a defense mechanism against “who-knows-what,” the fear of which metastasizes amongst every raised-right Southern queer. If that was the strangest thing about him, he thought, maybe the bullies would think he was Jesus. Maybe his parents wouldn’t expel him or disown him if they learned anything more pertinent. The bullies grew tired of throwing rocks and soon enough pursued reachable targets. As for his folks, either his strategy worked or he had underestimated them: He received an exaggerated shrug, and dinner—hand-pulled noodles, shiitake mushrooms, Bok choy, a dark brown sauce that took its sweet time biting back—continued, unabated. He has two brothers, after all.

Hover By Robert Frankel He’d learned how to levitate when he was young as a defense mechanism against “who-knows-what,” the fear of which metastasizes amongst every raised-right Southern queer. If that was the strangest thing about him, he thought, maybe the bullies would think he was Jesus. Maybe his parents wouldn’t expel him or disown him if they learned anything more pertinent. The bullies grew tired of throwing rocks and soon enough pursued reachable targets. As for his folks, either his strategy worked or he had underestimated them: He received an exaggerated shrug, and dinner—hand-pulled noodles, shiitake mushrooms, Bok choy, a dark brown sauce that took its sweet time biting back—continued, unabated. He has two brothers, after all.

"Hover" by Robert Frankel is our newest fiction piece. Read the full story on PJO now.
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Rainbow Coat
Caitlin Cowan

Rainbow Coat Caitlin Cowan

Rainbow Coat
By Caitlin Cowan

The best kind of clouds
are the color of car wash foam.
Friday nights I pay 
to see a rainbow, to recline 
my seat and soak myself
in the soft neon of the tunnel.

Rainbow Coat By Caitlin Cowan The best kind of clouds are the color of car wash foam. Friday nights I pay to see a rainbow, to recline my seat and soak myself in the soft neon of the tunnel.

To start August, a new poem. "Rainbow Coat" by Caitlin Cowan is a piece looking back on childhood through the misty and multicolored lens of memory. Read it on PJO now.
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SAY THIS
Lynne Ellis

SAY THIS Lynne Ellis

Say This
By Lynne Ellis

Say you drive us across the state at night, one hand on the wheel &
one hand bent backwards on your lips. Love follows in the car behind,
shines its brights into our rearview mirrors. Say we're on river sand,
say we're in those brights, say we're in the moon dark & you wrap two
fingers between my thumb & knuckle, hard. Say I tie your wrists
to the animal bark of a tree & go after your ribs. Say you kiss
my cheek & fill my mouth with apricots.

Say This By Lynne Ellis Say you drive us across the state at night, one hand on the wheel & one hand bent backwards on your lips. Love follows in the car behind, shines its brights into our rearview mirrors. Say we're on river sand, say we're in those brights, say we're in the moon dark & you wrap two fingers between my thumb & knuckle, hard. Say I tie your wrists to the animal bark of a tree & go after your ribs. Say you kiss my cheek & fill my mouth with apricots.

Looking for something new to read? Check out our latest poem, "Say This" by Lynne Ellis. The full piece is out on PJO. Read it on our site now.
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SOME BALEEN WHALES HAVE LEARNED TO SING AT FREQUENCIES TOO LOW FOR PREDATORS TO HEAR
Abby E. Murray

SOME BALEEN WHALES HAVE LEARNED TO SING AT FREQUENCIES TOO LOW FOR PREDATORS TO HEAR Abby E. Murray

Some Baleen Whales Have Learned to Sing at Frequencies Too Low for Predators to Hear
By Abby E. Murray

Most days, I am so preoccupied
with trying to understand violence

and its constant evolution, its sick genius
and knack for producing young

with one more row of teeth than it had before,
plus thicker skin, an extra stomach—

Some Baleen Whales Have Learned to Sing at Frequencies Too Low for Predators to Hear By Abby E. Murray Most days, I am so preoccupied with trying to understand violence and its constant evolution, its sick genius and knack for producing young with one more row of teeth than it had before, plus thicker skin, an extra stomach—

Our newest poem, "Some Baleen Whales Have Learned to Sing at Frequencies Too Low for Predators to Hear" by Abby E. Murray, contemplates the coexistence of violence with peace in the context of marine life. Read the full piece on PJO now.
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Of Wait
Elisabeth Preston-Hsu

Of Wait Elisabeth Preston-Hsu

Of Wait
By Elisabeth Preston-Hsu

The coastline paradox is the length of a coastline is not static, and depends on the scale used to measure it. Coasts are not made of straight lines. They cannot be measured definitively. 

I.
A reindeer grows antlers in the same pattern year to year. No other mammal can regenerate an organ naturally. The same knob on the left remains lower than the right. The same velvet tissue bleeds ribbons onto snow when injured. It’s the same over and over but the possibilities depend on scale. Dark will find light. Heat will find cold. Water will find salt.

Of Wait By Elisabeth Preston-Hsu The coastline paradox is the length of a coastline is not static, and depends on the scale used to measure it. Coasts are not made of straight lines. They cannot be measured definitively. I. A reindeer grows antlers in the same pattern year to year. No other mammal can regenerate an organ naturally. The same knob on the left remains lower than the right. The same velvet tissue bleeds ribbons onto snow when injured. It’s the same over and over but the possibilities depend on scale. Dark will find light. Heat will find cold. Water will find salt.

"Of Wait" by Elisabeth Preston-Hsu is our latest poem. Read the full piece on PJO now.
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Girls Just Wanna Have
Rachel M. Beavers

Girls Just Wanna Have Rachel M. Beavers

Girls Just Wanna Have
By Rachel M. Beavers

Your bed looks like it’s going to eat you, mouth ravenous and open and red like blood. I kick my shoes off next to your desk, black chunky boots that make a thunking sound when they hit real wood, not the cheap Ikea shit. The zipper of my dress catches on my tights and rips them. Another pair ruined. They’re coming off anyway, so I strip down and stand tall for your careless inspection. You’re just going for the bed, like you want to be swallowed up.

Girls Just Wanna Have By Rachel M. Beavers Your bed looks like it’s going to eat you, mouth ravenous and open and red like blood. I kick my shoes off next to your desk, black chunky boots that make a thunking sound when they hit real wood, not the cheap Ikea shit. The zipper of my dress catches on my tights and rips them. Another pair ruined. They’re coming off anyway, so I strip down and stand tall for your careless inspection. You’re just going for the bed, like you want to be swallowed up.

Read the rest of our newest fiction piece, "Girls Just Wanna Have" by Rachel M. Beavers, out now on PJO.
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ON COMING OUT
Emma Thomas Jones

ON COMING OUT Emma Thomas Jones

On Coming Out
By Emma Thomas Jones

The feathers were slender,
brown like grill marks
or swatches on an aspen.

They belonged to a house
sparrow, clogged
my throat until I fingered

my uvula, burst my lips
like a pillow, feathers
scattering the staircase.

On Coming Out By Emma Thomas Jones The feathers were slender, brown like grill marks or swatches on an aspen. They belonged to a house sparrow, clogged my throat until I fingered my uvula, burst my lips like a pillow, feathers scattering the staircase.

To close out the month of June, "On Coming Out" by Emma Thomas Jones uses natural imagery to reflect upon the feeling of such a singular and distinctive process. Read it on PJO now.
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I USED TO HAVE GREEN THUMBS
Seth Wade

I USED TO HAVE GREEN THUMBS Seth Wade

I Used to Have Green Thumbs
By Seth Wade

Fat, wrath, cobwebs in gin: splashed
hamburger grease burning our arms as we
thrashed to beats of Sting, of KISS—

outside, the lilacs
barked, You
are not
a man. 

I Used to Have Green Thumbs By Seth Wade Fat, wrath, cobwebs in gin: splashed hamburger grease burning our arms as we thrashed to beats of Sting, of KISS— outside, the lilacs barked, You are not a man. 

A new poem has been published on PJO! Read "I Used to Have Green Thumbs" by Seth Wade on our website now!
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EMPLOYMENT
HISTORY
(PARTIAL)
Sera Gamble

EMPLOYMENT HISTORY (PARTIAL) Sera Gamble

Employment History (Partial)
By Sera Gamble

I'm naked again on a horse for minimum wage.
My pain tolerance is insanely high.
It's good for business

for a haunted house
to pretend to be
a home.

Employment History (Partial) By Sera Gamble I'm naked again on a horse for minimum wage. My pain tolerance is insanely high. It's good for business for a haunted house to pretend to be a home.

Here is a preview of our latest piece, "Employment History (Partial)" by Sera Gamble. Read the full poem on our site now!
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It's PJO Monday!! Our newest publication, "Dictionary of Trans Horror Tropes" is a nonfiction piece by Darby Powers. Find this thrilling story at pinchjournal.com to immerse yourself in these tropes!!


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Check out “Song of the Peloton Mobile App” by Betsy Mitchell Martinez on PJO. The poem features an English bulldog named Dolly, workouts and dance routines. Go to pinchjournal.com to read it. #poetry #pinchjournal #litmag

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“The GPS tells me I am going the wrong way. I do not turn around. It is almost noon, and I’ve been driving in impossible loops since midnight.”
Sam Risak’s nonfiction piece “Reroute” is now live. Check it out on pinchjournal.com
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Submit your artwork to the Pinch today!
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Check out our latest PJO publication: 'Community Ode' by Blaine Purcell! This poem features mud and gators and slant rhymes. Find it at pinchjournal.com



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Take a breath today before we keep going. Remember that your art matters.#thepinch #pinchjournal #litmag #literarymagazine #writing #writingcommunity #poetry #nonfiction #fiction

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Just because the contest is closed doesn't mean we're not still open. Submit your art today!#thepinch #litmag #pinchjournal #literarymagazine #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writing #fiction #poetry #nonfiction

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Today's the day! It's your last chance to submit to the Page Prize. Submit by tonight #thepinch #pinchjournal #contest #nonfiction #litmag #literarymagazine #writing

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