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1. Hello, World!

The Columbus Review/ aka TCR/
is a nonprofit literary 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’re not here for “perfect pieces” with a clear agenda or personal message. 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 comes out — the same energy you find in early cinema, Dada,
or a surrealist painting. If your writing feels unusual, urgent,
or like it’s coming from a place where no one else is looking, we want to read 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 voices and writers who haven’t been published a lot
    (or at all)

  • Poetry, short fiction, creative nonfiction, one-act plays, short screenplays, and sharp satire

  • Writing With a little alchemy — mixing memory, dreams, anger, tenderness, and whatever’s dancing around your head

  • Writing that explores the metaphorical shadows and sparks of a beautifully chaotic mind

No social manifestos please! We seek honest, unbiased exploration. 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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