The Baltimore Review Fall Submissions

The Baltimore Review seeks short fiction, creative nonfiction, or poetry for publication in their winter and summer issues. Guidelines vary by category.

Prizes:  Web exposure and a copy of the collection in which the author’s work appears.

Reading fee: None.

Deadline is November 30, 2014. For more information, please visit their website.


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The Baltimore Review Winter Contest

The Baltimore Review seeks short fiction, creative nonfiction, or poetry on the theme of the future. Word limit is 3000 for prose or up to three poems per entry.

Prizes:  First place, $500; Second place, $200; Third place, $100. All entries will be considered for publication.

Reading fee: $10 per submission.

Deadline is November 30, 2013. For more information, please visit their website.


Indies Unlimited is pleased to provide this contest information for the convenience of our readers. We do not, however, endorse this or any contest/competition. Entrants should always research a competition prior to entering.

Fun with Cliches

A bushel and a peck go hand in hand
To a rock star’s concert, his biggest fans.
They have no clue to his true identity;
His gilt on the edge is a harbored fantasy.

The best thing since sliced bread? Oh, what a joke!
They want a great show and all he wants is a smoke.
From his world on the stage, along his nose he looks down,
Counting seconds ’til departure from this one-horse town.

Grey at the temples but dressed to kill,
He hides the fact well that he is over the hill
By singing his heart out at the top of his lungs
And doing everything short of speaking in tongues.

For sixty long minutes he pays his dues
Then packs up his wares and makes an excuse.
In the nick of time, he leaves them wanting more
And makes a beeline and beats it straight to the door.

Though stalked by paparazzi, he has to confess
He should have flashed in the pan: no more, no less.
With his back to the wall, he would have to be frank,
So he slips through their fingers and laughs his way to the bank.

He doesn’t give a damn and won’t speak a word.
He’s as sick as a dog yet free as a bird.
He may be out of the woods but he’s never safe;
The fans’ object of desire is a colossal fake.

His no-strings-attached manner made all of them swoon
But if they knew the truth, they’d have changed their tune.
He drives the point home where he lives with his mother
And pills block the beat of a deathly shy drummer.

Some Assembly Required

Once while I was Christmas shopping,
And from store to store was hopping,
Buying quaint and curious gadgets, gizmos and gifts galore,
My list was near completed,
I was not yet quite defeated,
Lest the children should feel cheated,
And left wanting one thing more. Continue reading “Some Assembly Required”