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1. Hello, World!

The Columbus Review/ aka TCR/
is a nonprofit literary arts magazine and publisher based in Columbus, Ohio.
We publish poetry, prose, scripts (plays or screenplays),
and satire — especially the raw, experimental, and weird stuff
that doesn’t really fit anywhere else.

We also welcome visual artists with the same energy. In addition to the pieces published, we will select one standout work to serve as the cover art for the magazine, accompanied by a dedicated “About the Cover Artist” section.

We’re not here for “perfect pieces”. What actually makes /TCR/ run is alchemy: taking all the messy, contradictory parts of being human and smashing them together until something strange and timeless is born— the same energy you find in early cinema, Dada, or a surrealist painting.

If your work feels unusual, urgent,
or like it’s coming from a place where no one else is looking,
we want to see it.

2. Here’s the kind of work /TCR/ is eager for:

  • Pieces that suddenly make everyday life feel more strange
    or uncanny

  • Bold experiments, hybrid forms, and works that take real risks

  • New writers and artists who haven’t been published a lot
    (or at all)

  • Poetry, short fiction, creative nonfiction, one-act plays, short screenplays, satircal prose, or visual art.

  • Writing with a little alchemy: mixing memory, dreams, anger, tenderness, and whatever’s dancing around your head.

We seek honest, unbiased exploration of the human condition. The inaugural issue should read like a living monster that simply had to exist. Think, Dr. Frankenstein with a pen.

3. Submissions for Issue № 01 are OPEN NOW

This is /TCR/’s inaugural issue, so the literary bars are wide open and ready for your voice. We carefully read every piece through

a blind submission process, and we’re especially pumped to discover new and unique writers like you.

Send us whatever you’ve got that feels defiant, tender, niche, over-the-line, and — most importantly — alive.


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