Contributors

Anna Marie Craighead-Kintis

Anna Marie Craighead-Kintis lives in Chicago. Her poems have appeared most recently in Prairie Schooner, The Nebraska Review, and The Massachusetts Review. More by Anna Marie Craighead-Kintis

Heather Egland

“I figure if you can't change who you are then you might as well change the world, right?” Ms. Egland is the co-founder of the Secret Order of the Shaking Fist. She is currently bringing down the system via passive aggression. More by Heather Egland

Blythe Hurley

Blythe aspires to reach the same level of joy and fascination with everyday life that she exhibited in this picture. Her highest goal is to see this same look on the faces of her two daughters. Other than that, if she could just find time for a shower and a nap, life would be grand.

Unashamed and hard to embarrass, Blythe is willing to answer any personal, embarrassing, too-much-information questions about her pregnancy, labor, and delivery experience. Don't be shy.

After giving birth and then proceeding to watch her beloved White Sox win the World Series all in the span of a few weeks, Blythe isn't quite sure what else she could ask for at this point. On semi-permanent hiatus from both her fancy-pants professional life and her carousing ways, Blythe is settling into a quiet life of foxy-momma-hood punctuated with occasional goofery. More by Blythe Hurley

Joe Martinez

Joe Martinez was a gibbon in a former incarnation. Currently he is a 30-something ne’er-do-well with a penchant for ranting, raving, and otherwise being righteously indignant. Born property of the US Army, he has always chafed at the constraints of society and yearned to return to an arboreal life in the jungles of Southeast Asia. He is the father of a pre-teen, who is rapidly approaching the point where she no longer wants to be seen with him. Appraisals of his character are mixed, ranging from mildly positive (“He’s OK”) to damning (“That guy’s an insufferable jerk!”). Joe is holding out that age will bring wisdom, and wisdom, peace of mind. An expert at squandering opportunity, he is available to consult on all your failure-related needs for an exorbitant fee. More by Joe Martinez

Matt McCarthy

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

Christina O’Brien

Before Tina settled down, got married, and had a baby, she was a bear-lovin’ freak. More by Christina O’Brien

James Pate

James Pate grew up in Memphis and currently lives in Chicago. His work has appeared in Blue Mesa Review, Black Warrior Review, and Rhino. More by James Pate

Sarah Repel

In her role as Swiss Army Wife, Sarah (pictured here with newborn older daughter Maxine) serves as hausfrau, landlady, paralegal, general contractor, accountant, notary public, and taxi service. She can be found circling her suburban home repeating one of three all-purpose phrases: 1) “Oh, you poor thing”; 2) “Do what I say, or else”; and 3) “Hold on, I'm coming.” More by Sarah Repel

Patrick Russell

Born amongst the corn cousins, Elmers, and strip-mall barons of Indiana, Patrick learned early on in life that something was rotten in Denmark. After mailing many, many postcards to various addresses in the greater Copenhagen area asking after the source of the stench, and after receiving no replies to his repeated queries, he became convinced that it must be the mayonnaise. More by Patrick Russell

Steve Spaulding

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

Geary Yonker

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

Editor in Chief
Christina O'Brien

Art Director
Matt Sharkey

Publisher
Geary Yonker

Poetry Editor
Erica Bernheim

Activism & Letters Editor
Heather Egland

Essays Editor
Blythe Hurley

Spotlight Site Editor
Joe Martinez

Fiction Editor
Matt McCarthy

Sounds Editor
Carter O’Brien

Opinions Editor
Steve Spaulding

Senior Contributors
Al Dereu, Denise Pace, Carella Ross, Patrick Russell

Submission Guidelines

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
Summer: May 21
Fall: August 21
Winter: November 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.

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