“To fuck around is human. To find out is divine.”
If I sat down to write a novel about all the times I fucked around and found out, I would probably have a tome Tolstoy would be proud of… What better theme for Punk Noir though?
If you’re offended by the word fuck, I’m fucking sorry but you were probably in the wrong fucking place anyhow.
And so —
Delight me with your fuckery and finding out tales. But remember, nothing longer than 300 words. Keep it punchy!
Let’s go baby!!
300 Word Limit.
All genres welcome.
MUST include an authors bio in the email.
Submissions OPEN August 3rd and CLOSE August 24th. Submissions received outside of those times will be deleted.
Give me some kind of a greeting in your email, don’t be the arrogant twat that just attaches their story to an empty email like they’re too big for simple salutations.
Submit below:
punknoirmag@yahoo.com
Stephen J. Golds was born in North London, U.K, but has lived in Japan for most of his life. He speaks the language pretty well and makes great takoyaki.
He writes primarily in the noir and dirty realism genres and is the editor-in-chief of Punk Noir Press. Some of his writing influences are Charles Bukowski, John Fante, James M. Cain, Tobias Wolff, Sarah Kane and Jim Thompson.
He enjoys spending time with his daughters, reading books, traveling the world, boxing and listening to old Soul LPs. His books are Say Goodbye When I’m Gone, I’ll Pray When I’m Dying, Always the Dead, and Shadows Slow Dancing in Derelict Rooms. His poetry collections are Poems for Ghosts in Empty Tenement Windows I Thought I Saw Once, and Half-Empty Doorways and Other Injuries. He also has a short story and poetry collection titled Love Like Bleeding Out With an Empty Gun in Your Hand.