John Detrixhe is a native of Texas. He spent several years cultivating a British accent, which was an obvious fraud. He has since developed a polished and believable Midwestern accent. John is best described as the type of friend who brags about not having a television. More by John Detrixhe
Blythe Hurley really, really likes porcelain figurines. Really. More by Blythe Hurley
Born of wealthy Welsh parents, Matt McCarthy forsook a life of comfort for a life of adventure on the high seas. Today, millions from around the world can enjoy Mr. McCarthy’s bold and distinctive scribblings at keepgoing.org. More by Matt McCarthy
Anglea Mesaros might as well work for the chamber of commerce for the Appalachian region of central Ohio, since she is the area’s biggest advocate. She would encourage you to visit at least once. Her husband will tell you that you cannot completely take the girl out of the country, even this city girl. She still cannot comprehend the vastness of the Chicago suburbs and wishes she did not have to spend so much time on the commuter train to her glamorous public sector job there. More by Angela Mesaros
Nadya Pittendrigh has been published in Cutbank magazine and was awarded the Richard Hugo Memorial Poetry Award. She grew up in Montana, received an M.F.A. with a concentration in poetry writing from the University of Arizona, and is currently working on a Ph.D. in literature at The University of Illinois at Chicago. More by Nadya Pittendrigh
Steve Spaulding believes he will have another pull on the whisky bottle, thank you very much — and would there be a spare beer in the fridge? ‘Cause that would be great. He is also a bit deaf in one ear so would you mind speaking up? And don’t hold it against him that he doesn’t remember you; while he can remember obscure characters in movies and comic books on only a single exposure, real people are like the flitting shadows of a strobe-lit room to him. Steve considers it a downright miracle he has lasted as long as he has in such a cruel and unforgiving world and thanks his lucky stars for every breath he draws, and for all the good friends he’s made. Steve wonders what God was thinking, where the surplus went, whether there’s a spare beer in the fridge, and did he already ask that? Because his short-term memory is sort of on the fritz these days. More by Steve Spaulding
Davide Trame is an Italian teacher of English living in Venice, Italy. He started writing poems exclusively in English in 1993. They have appeared in magazines in Ireland, the United Kingdom, the United States, and elsewhere, including Event (Canada), New Contrast (South Africa), International Poetry Review, Diner (U.S.), Orbis, and Stand (U.K.). More by Davide Trame
Geary Yonker’s deep-seeded fear of death really keeps him busy. It is not so much a fear of dying as it is a fear of dying without having accomplished anything in his life. He attributes this fear to having been told he was special too many times when he was a kid. The problem started when he began to believe it. This complex has had many manifestations. Originally it served as a defense mechanism when he was an overweight child. When he got a little older it served as great excuse for coasting through high school and college. In 1997, Year 27 of the Great Coasting, he started inviting his friends to an abandoned dairy farm that his family inherited from a great uncle. Nobody is exactly sure how or why but he is convinced that this changed his life and gave him some direction. The actual directions to “The fARM” that he gave his friends led them up interstates, up county highways, and eventually onto gravel roads. After every turn the partygoers were urged to “keepgoing” (bet you thought that we were just ripping off MoveOn.org). Since then “The fARM” has spawned an annual charity event, three mediocre bands, and this ever-evolving website. More by Geary Yonker
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keepgoing.org is published quarterly, on the first day of each season. In fact, we control the seasons. If we hadn't published a Spring issue this year there would never have been a thaw, and the world would now be enveloped in perpetual winter, practically another Ice Age.
Obviously, this is an awesome responsibility.
If you would like to play god with us, as well as see your original fiction, nonfiction, poetry, photography, or music published by this quarterly, there may be hope for you. We do consider unsolicited material for publication. We read every submission with varying degrees of interest and attention and publish those which seem best to us at the time. We won't publish your stuff if it sucks, unless you know someone on staff.
The submission deadline for each issue is as follows:
Spring: February 21
Submissions received after the deadline for a particular issue will not be considered for that issue. That's why they're called deadlines, dummy.
Email your submission to email@example.com. Include "submission" in the subject line of your email, and include the title of your submission and your name in the body of the email so we don't mistake it for one of the many angry emails we receive from attorneys and immediately discard it.
We ask that you send your submission as an attached file. That's not too much to ask, is it? Please do not attach files larger than 1 MB to your emaildon't even try it. For fiction, nonfiction, and poetry submissions we prefer the file to be in Microsoft Word, but we are usually clever enough to work with other word-processing programs.
If your file is not readable, we will return it to you to be resubmitted if the mood so strikes us on that particular day.
Please don't send us a deluge. Save stuff for later issues. Try to limit yourself to no more than one story or three poems.
We don't want any trouble. We will not consider simultaneous submissions or material that has been published anywhere else, not even in your crappy, semi-subversive, high-school underground newsletter. We are a non-paying publisher (unless you count all of the good karma and warm feelings your submission will undoubtedly garner you). Copyright belongs to you (the author or artist) after publication, because, quite frankly, what are we gonna do with it?
We do our best to respond to all submissions, but be aware that we are sometimes inundated and other times lazy. If you have not heard back from us after three weeks, please assume that we will not be able to use your submission. We are not responsible for the return or loss of submissions, or much else for that matter.
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