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LIT 38, Fall 2024
How do we describe the indescribable: the start of most apocalyptical election is but a week away, there is war, there is war, there is war, and there is Nostradamus. It is spooky season and there is no costume for this. To walk in the graveyard is all the ground beneath our feet. The veil is thin my friends, have a peek.
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LIT Magazine at The New York City Poetry Festival
We are overjoyed to join with The New York City Poetry Society this weekend for the 13th annual Poetry Festival on Governors Island!
LIT Magazine will be featured on the Beckett Stage stage starting at 1pm Sunday, July 14th with TNS Writing Program compatriots 12th Street Journal, and The Inquisitive Eater.
We will also have our own table with the vendors for the whole weekend so please come find us to say hi on Saturday and Sunday and pick up some back issues of LIT, and some fun prompts and activities for folks to create and share their own poetry with us.
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LIT 37, Summer 2024
Green energy. Our Suddenly Summer issue comes to you on the ferry, at the beach, or any green grass slice of heaven on earth you happen to find yourself in this summer. We are all about summer. Dive into the green and roll in the poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and hybrid goodness.
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LIT 37, Suddenly Summer 2024
Get ready for the green energy. Our Suddenly Summer issue arrives online this Wednesday July 3, 2024. Love LIT? Then join us in person with TNS publication compatriots, 12th Street Journal at the NYC Poetry Festival on Governors Island Sunday July 14th at 1pm at the Beckett Stage. Afterwards, come say hi at the New School Table and pick up some back issues of LIT and 12th Street to read on the ferry, at the beach, or any green grass slice of heaven on earth you happen to find yourself in this summer. We are all about summer.
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LIT Monthly Writing Prompt: June Edition
by Richard Berwind, Managing Editor
Hello to the LIT community!
June is my birth month, so I find it very fitting that this month I am able to share something that inspires me in my writing and hope that it will inspire yours.
Every year, I find myself crying around the time of my birthday. It comes sporadically; a random insertion of grief and pain on days that should otherwise feel renewing. I spend days on end researching, looking up the who, the how, and the why this phenomenon happens, as if understanding its deepest mechanisms will make the sudden onset of grief roll away into the summer haze.
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LIT Monthly Writing Prompt: May Edition and Tribute to Paul Auster
by Charlotte Slivka, Editor in Chief
Dear LIT community,
Spring has sprung and it is as if the trees were in a race to sprout their leaves. After the first pinks of Magnolia and Cherry trees, then the yellows of Forsythia, followed by that brazen and bold purple of the Eastern Redbuds, the new green leaves seem to have shocked their way to the surface just within the last few days. It’s dizzying and disorienting to think of barren winter as a back door slam, but here we are in our bare feet on cold earth and new grass.
