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Ghost Factory Magazine
is no longer seeking submissions
for Issue #2. We'll be reading your submissions again after July 1st. Have some writing that deals
with the topic of cultural identity?
Send it along to:
ghostfactory.magazine@gmail.com
We're looking for fiction, non-fiction, essays, poetry--anything you've got.
Just keep it under 3,000 words, attach it as a Word file and include your contact information on the draft.
Want a copy of Issue #1 mailed to your house? Just shoot us an email, leave your address, and we'll put it in the mail. They're free and they're going fast, so don't hesitate.
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David Peak is a chicago writer of some moderate success. His work has appeared in nationally distributed publications such as Doorways Magazine and the anthology Abaculus.
Locally, David has been a part of several of the city's liveliest reading series, including Reading Under the Influence, Freshly Squeezed and Sexy Bald Men.
If you have any questions or comments, please email David at rubberpalmtrees@yahoo.com
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