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Call For Submission: The Sun Magazine


The Sun is a reader-supported ad-free magazine. They’ve been described in many ways: celebratory, fierce, unflinching, thoughtful, truthful, dark, darkly funny, tender. 

Types Of Submissions:

Writing: Writing from The Sun has won the Pushcart Prize and been selected for the Best American Essays and Best American Short Storiesanthologies.

They publish nonfiction, fiction, and poetry. The Sun tend to favor personal writing, but are also looking for provocative pieces on political and cultural issues.

No racial bias. They encourage submissions from writers of color.

The Sun rarely run anything longer than seven thousand words; there’s no minimum length. But they discourage simultaneous submissions.

Writing is a solitary act, but when what you’ve written goes out to our loyal subscribers, it can feel a little less so.

Interview pitches: The Sun publishes interviews with innovative and provocative thinkers. They like interviews that stretch them intellectually yet remain accessible.

They’re always on the lookout for voices not traditionally heard in the mass media and are particularly interested in interviews with women and people of color. 

The Sun publish only question-and-answer-style interviews: no profiles.

Transcripts should be at least six thousand words and can be as much as fifteen thousand. In-person interviews are best.

Readers Write: Readers Write asks readers to address subjects on which they’re the only authorities.

Topics are intentionally broad in order to give room for expression. They publish only nonfiction in Readers Write.

Writing style isn’t as important as thoughtfulness and sincerity. There is no word limit, but you are encouraged to familiarize yourself with the section before you submit.

Feel free to submit your writing under “Name Withheld” if it allows you to be more honest.

You can also click HERE suggest a future Readers Write topic.

Photography: They’re interested in black-and-white photographs. Not looking for photojournalism, just unique perspectives on the world around you— especially human interactions.

To send in your Poems, Fiction or Photography, Click HERE


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