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Call For Submissions: Babishai 2018 Poetry Competitions


#BABISHAI2018 POETRY COMPETITIONS

Guidelines

Open to ALL African poets who will not have published a full length poetry collection by July 2018.

Send 5 original unpublished poems in English using the online portal on the website. We will not accept email submissions; only those sent from the website portal. Follow this link http://babishainiwe.com/submissions/ 

  • Previous online publications will not be considered.
  • Poems must be single-spaced, between 10 and 40 lines each and sent as Word Attachments. DO NOT include your name on the poem itself.
  • Submissions will be accepted from 26 February to 26 May, 2018.
  • The longlisted poets will be announced in June. The shortlisted poets will be announced in July.
  • Winners will be announced during the #Babishai2018 poetry festival, 3-6 August in Kapchorwa, Mbale, Eastern Uganda.
  • Any form of plagiarism will lead to immediate disqualification.
  • The winner will receive 700USD and publication of a poetry chapbook.
Note: ALL SUBMISSIONS MUST BE SENT USING THE WEBSITE ONLINE PORTAL 

Click HERE to enter the #Babishai2018 Poetry Competitions

For any inquiry, email babishainiwe@babishainiwe.com

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