Samples of Great Submissions

Below are two rough submissions for Issue #1. Although they might be edited by the time the magazine gets to press, they show well what we’re looking for in a piece. Although the styles are very different and the writers are quite different in age, they are both very creative and evoke strong, powerful, inspirational feelings.

Twenty Five

by Daniel Marcus

I am twenty five years old. I was born in Northern California, but presently find myself in the southern end. I work at a corporate coffee shop. My favorite color is blue and my favorite food is Italian. I go to movies frequently, almost religiously. I would visit the river over the beach and I prefer the Beatles over Elvis. I could go on and on about my likes and dislikes, my annoyances and pleasures. But when I think about who I am, I come to pause.

Is it who I was? The child growing up on Bacchetti Drive playing with his squatty, little basset hound? Is it my present self? The man paying monthly bills and rent; who seems to find himself worrying more and more about the economy. Or is it who I want to be? The man with the family who makes his living off of writing and cooking. The older I get the more prevalent this question becomes.

My friends and family come in all different shapes and sizes. We are black, white, yellow, red and any color in the spectrum of the rainbow. Some of us are straight, some are gay. I’m the product of a middle class family. My roommate comes from upper class roots. And I have other friends who survived off of food stamps. These are the people that I converse with every day. These are the people who share similar problems. The people who I spend the holidays with. The people I share my successes with and the people who hold me up when I fail. We talk about how our adult lives are being shaped. Our greatest commonality is the difficulty of burgeoning adulthood. How the freedoms of growing older cause us to take on more responsibilty. Relationships aren’t just about fun, but the hope of creating something lifelong. Work isn’t about buying a cool toy to play with, but maintaining a balanced life. When did this happen?

September 11th is the only time in my life where I have seen this country come together. There was a week of perfect union. People treating others as equals, as brothers and sisters. But since then we had become a divided nation. A nation that fed off of fear. A nation where it was not okay to question the direction of the great nation. The freedom to be who you want to be had been taken away. We are all Americans, but we became a broken family. Seven years of division took their toll. This country has not been that “beacon of light on the hill” that we have always aspired to be. We have become the bully on the playground. America was not the United States anymore.

This is what my adult life has been. This is the environment where my friends and I came of age. We came after the election of George W. Bush. We came after 9/11. Just because I disagree with what has happened or where we have gone, it does not mean that I am completely thankful to have grown up now. We can not appreciate life without the downs. Pleasures would seem so much less important without the sadness. Disappointments are necessary. They make us who we are. They make us learn. Our responsibility never seemed so clear.

And then there was 2008. After all the pain and sadness of the past seven years, we finally stood up and said enough. We took on that responsibility that was being given to us. We realized that we are now adults and we have control of our destiny. This is not only our parents’ country anymore, it is our country. And soon enough it will be our childrens’ country. In 2008 we finally became those adults that we had always wanted to be.

I am still twenty five years old. I still have many likes and dislikes. I still am my own individual. But when I think about who I am and who we are, the pause no longer remains. We are professionals, we are adults and we are leaders. We are no longer the generation of the future, we are the generation of now.

By Choice

by Cindy Kobler

We are.
We who?  We us?  We him?  We them?  We who?
Questions abound.  Answers desert.
A thought.
We me.
I’m writer.
I’m more?  Aren’t I?
I’m person.
Too PC.
I’m woman.
Very caveman.
Try again.
I’m wife.
That’s better.
Passionate lover. Stalwart partner.  Gibraltars’ rock.  Uncertain caregiver.  Trembling seeker.   Needy friend.  Laughing audience.  Driven creator.
There’s more.  I think.  Isn’t there?
I’m mother.  Determined warrior.  Hopeful teacher.  Affectionate comforter.  Magic weaver.  Errand runner.  Meal maker.  Tired parent.  Midnight whisperer.  Booboo healer.
Huge hugger.
We are.  Much more.  Aren’t we?
A family.  That’s so.  See below.
Father Flip.  Brilliant writer.  Funny man.  Private person.  Moody soul.  Quiet dreamer.  Determined visionary.  Cancer survivor.  Reluctant quester.  Wise teacher.  Stubborn man.  Open person.  My north.
Son Finn.  Gifted student.    Curious fellow.  Adorable giggles.  Cuddly darling.  Honorable heart.   Total goofball.   Big geek.  Computer whiz.  Future artist.  Young visionary.  Beautiful boy.  My heart.
Mother me.  Also woman.  Turning fifty.  Missing youth.  Seeing wrinkles.  Resenting gravity.  New aches.  And pains.  Loving wisdom.  Accepting irony.  Accepting age?  Wanting to.  Fingers crossed.  Toes too.  Finding path.  Writer me.  Bestseller someday.  I hope.
Puppy Waiter.  Golden Retriever.  Energy galore.  Big goof.  Willful beast. Furniture destroyer.  Eating machine.  The spawn.  Huggable fuzzball.  Happy boy.  My baby.
Cousin Jeff.  Aunt Susan.  Ancestors past.  Many people.  Describing’s hard.
We’re neighbors.
Generous cooks.  Friendly wavers.  Dog walkers.  Concerned friends.  Neighborhood watchers. Funny cliques.  Book clubs.  Protective parents.  Laughing children.  Growing friends.
Community partners.
Good schools.  Safe streets.  All ages.  Shopping places.  Many restaurants.  Movie theaters.  Tract houses.  Pretty trees.  Joyful memories.   One dream.  Brighter future.
Growing country.
Many races.  Different religions.  Struggling economy.  Battling ideals.  Homeless shelters.   Rockefeller rich.   Melting pot.  One vision.  Everyone’s free.
Small world.
Growing smaller.  Blue seas.  Clear skies.   Jagged mountains.  Pretty earth.
We are?
Growing beings.  Always changing.  Seeking answers.  Wanting security.  Manifesting dreams.  Needing love.  Giving hope.
We are.
The universe.  And beyond?  What’s there?
Endless possibility.
We are.
A definition.  And not.
We are…
A thought.  Any thought.  Our choice.

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2 Responses to “Samples of Great Submissions”


  2. Of course you can submit. Check out the submission guidelines at Check the FAQs and fire away!

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