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Change Seven is an online literary journal that publishes fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, interviews, book reviews, and columns by your favorite writers.
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Change Seven Returns!
Change Seven is returning and our first new reading period is August 1 – 31, 2019. Join us and send some work!
Submission Guidelines
We invite submissions of poetry, prose, artwork, and reviews during two open reading periods: August 1-31 for the Fall and Winter issues and December 1-31 for the Spring and Summer issues.
We only consider work submitted through appropriate categories in our Submit…
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Charles Holdefer Interview with Curtis Smith
Charles Holdefer Interview with Curtis Smith
Charles Holdefer, author of four novels and the recent story collection Dick Cheney in Shorts, is an American writer currently based in Brussels, Belgium. His first nonfiction book George Saunders’ Pastoralia: Bookmarked has just been released by Ig Publishing. His work has appeared in many magazines, including The New England Review, Chicago Quarterly Review, North American Review, Los Angeles…
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An Interview with Short Story Writer Elizabeth Alexander by Lynne Weiss
During many years of working on the stories in On Anzio Beach, her recently published volume of stories from Ravenna Press, Seattle-based short story writer and essayist Elizabeth Alexander learned to trust herself. She learned to accept that her stories would not be realistic— that they would include, for example, talking dogs.
Alexander grew up in Dallas, Texas. She left home to attend college…
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Five Poems by Jay Sizemore
The Gatlinburg Fire
One day in the mountains
people woke up to leaves
shedding sparks
and the sky a red iron
sizzling steam
in wood pulp and quiet creek,
making damp moss black
skin cancer under a laser.
The limbs feathered with embers
and flickered with hot knives
sending the atmosphere into a shiver
of hellfire and nightmare,
these towering twisted candelabras
looming dangerously
over either…
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An Open Letter to American Industry RE: Super Bowl Monday
Dear Self-Appointed Schedule Makers of the World,
Yes, Chairperson Beerman H. Brewer and Secretary Car F. N. Dealerson, I’m talking to you. Directly and without apology. So you can stop crouching down there behind your piles of money, because you’re in plain sight now and every single one of us can see you.
While you were out casting a freshly spray-tanned legion of actors and models to populate…
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My Stupid Question: What Writers Are Reading (and Writing)
Grace Paley was the keynote speaker of the first writing conference I ever attended: the 2007 Juniper Summer Writing Institute. In fact, her involvement with the conference was what inspired me to apply. Grace Paley was a queen of voice writing, a literary gem, a committed social activist, a personal hero.
I’d heard Paley read a few times before when she visited Virginia Commonwealth University,…
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Grant Clauser Interview with Curtis Smith
Grant Clauser
Grant Clauser is the author of four poetry books: The Magician’s Handbook (PS Books), Reckless Constellations (winner of the 2016 Cider Press Review Book Award), Necessary Myths (winner of the Dogfish Head Poetry Prize) and The Trouble with Rivers (Foothills Publishing). Poems have appeared in The American Poetry Review, Folio, The Literary Review, Gargoyle, Painted Bride Quarterly,…
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Any Other Morning by Jody Hobbs Hesler
It’s a party at night, and I’m up on the roof with some guy. Tall, little goatee. He gets to reciting poetry. “‘To be thy lips is a sweet thing.’” Then, his own words, “The moon is a goddam lantern.” I stare up at him, goggle-eyed. He reaches out to hold my hand, says he can see the stars in my eyes. I prickle out in goose flesh and keep my hand in his. We sway against each other in this sweet as…
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As a poet and a photographer, I’m always on the lookout for objects or moments that appear one way but spark the imagination and suspend disbelief. I’m always on the lookout to make something anew. The rocks turn into gumballs, a flowering plant blooms into a hooded eye, one of my failed #artaday projects is dismembered and transformed into a mixed-media sun. Each photograph or piece of art here is my attempt at communicating optimism, “the sun will come out tomorrow, ” so keep going, keep writing, keep creating, keep looking around the corner and noticing beauty.
Apollo is the sun god in ancient myth, and of course without the sun shining overhead it would be hard to see or take photographs. I wanted to present these pieces together as a way of honoring what I’ve seen and what remains unseen — and what can look like eyes, but really aren’t eyes at all.
Devi S. Laskar is a native of Chapel Hill, NC. She holds an MFA from Columbia University in New York, an MA in South Asian Studies from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign and a BA in journalism and English from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. She is a former journalist, covering crime and government for daily newspapers. She is also a photographer. Her most recent photograph is featured on the cover of The Florida Review; her photographs have also appeared in The Tiferet Journal and Blue Heron Review recently. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals including The Raleigh Review, which nominated her for Best New Poets 2016. She is an alumna of both TheOpEdProject and VONA/Voices, and recently won first prize in poetry at the 27th Mendocino Coast Writers Conference contest. She now lives in California.
Eyes of Apollo: Photographs by Devi Laskar As a poet and a photographer, I’m always on the lookout for objects or moments that appear one way but spark the imagination and suspend disbelief.
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The Last Man on Earth by David Hammond
“Which is better, a flush or a straight?”
Raul ruffled the tops of his cards and bit his lip. He nudged Hammersmith, who was staring into the rafters of the theater, his jaw slack.
“What?” Hammersmith asked groggily.
Julia returned from the bathroom and opened another can of grapefruit soda.
“Which is better, a flush or a straight?”
“How the fuck should I know?”
Hammersmith got up to stretch and…
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Two Poems by Amanda Rodriguez
Ravens
Wild things,
Children collect tickets and ribbons
And locks with no keys,
Grimy matchbox cars,
Rusted safety pins, and
Baby teeth.
Shiny treasure trash.
Saving and hiding and hoarding
In boxes and nooks and
Under floorboards.
Like ravens, children are
An unkindness.
Wildness,
They are free and cruel.
They hit and kick and lash
With words,
The caw that maims forever.
Like ravens, children…
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Very Superstitious by Frank Morelli
One of my favorite musical artists of all time is Stevie Wonder. His album, Innervisions, ranks close to the top of a list I’ve tentatively headed: Perfection. But, as a sports fan and a human in general, I’ve always been baffled by a single line from one of Stevie’s most famous songs, “Superstition”. He writes, “When you believe in things that you don’t understand then you suffer.”
For the…
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Two Poems by Robert Beveridge
Cashing In
How you remained awake
as the crows ate you, you
have no idea. It was less
painful than you feared. More
to observe, then, how the larger
crows went for the soft tissue
the smaller ones the large muscles.
Did they have something to prove?
Perhaps you’ll find out when they
get to your brain.
And to think
just last week you were a collector
of remaindered debts, noted
for your skill in…
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Off Girl by Gregg Williard
New fiction "Off Girl" by Gregg Williard
“You’re late, Ginny.” The Sister Counselor scowls and taps a ruler in her palm. I follow her into the office: 2 chairs, a desk and a memorial hologram of the late Surgeon General with his late chat-cat Omar. When I enter, Omar yawns and says, “Get it off to get it on!” The bemused S.G. musters an undead smile. Sister Counselor barks, “Well? Hold out your hand. No—your right hand.” She…
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Ewa Hryniewicz-Yarbrough Interview with Curtis Smith
Ewa Hryniewicz-Yarbrough
Ewa Hryniewicz-Yarbrough is a native of Poland. Her essays were published in journals such as Agni, Ploughshares, The American Scholar, The Threepenny Review, and TriQuarterly. One of her pieces, “Objects of Affection” was selected for inclusion in The Best American Essays 2012; four others were listed among Notable Essays for 2011, 2013, 2014, and 2015. She divides her…
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A Piano at the Airport by Joe Mills
New column by @JosephRMills "A Piano at the Airport"
Joe Mills / String Figures
Dear Wayne County Airport Authority,
Recently I had connecting flights through the Detroit Metro airport, and I had a couple of hours to kill. I spent much of this time trying not to buy a pastry, and I was impressed by the number of opportunities that you gave me to do so. I also was thrilled by the light rail. I took a photo of the shuttle and texted it to my family:…
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The Sports Villain by Frank Morelli
The Sports Villain by Frank Morelli
A collection of personal essays, Peanuts & Crackerjacks pays tribute to life’s most undervalued and effective instructor: the world of sports.
I have a problem. I don’t like to admit it, but it’s a big one and it’s been plaguing me for years. Decades even. I didn’t notice it at first. No one did. But as the years passed and the incident reports piled up, it became hard to deny. All the subtle…
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