Interested in having your work published in 24hr Neon Mag? Well you clicked the right button! Not that it was hard to find. It said “submissions,” after all.
Take a look at some of our more recent submissions below:
Jamison Oliver Bailess, a queer 18 year old trans guy from Utah.
Instead of building catacombs to keep the corpses out of sight, they turned about five thousand exhumed skeletons into potent visual reminders. The skulls and bones adorn the walls along with poems and paintings of death motifs.
The grass is covering the mountain like icing draped
on a cake. The odd thumb of rock hangs onto
the daylight. Fence posts lean to the floor held
together by barb wire, like the love that spines
The sun wanted to come in,
but autumn was holding it back.
I watched leaves fly like broken
wings from dead birds. The wind
It is the doomed disco. Camp is nearly undefinable but you know it when you see it and when you are listening to this playlist you will feel that same joyous overindulgence that comes from not knowing where this could possibly go. Isn’t it fun to not know what tomorrow will bring?
“Once, I was a small child,
chasing ghost trains in the mist.
The ground, damp beneath my bare feet,
as rain slipped down
the blue leaves of the hyacinths I carried.”
“ I drew the cat inspired by what I wish my dream cat would be. I want it to be different and unique.”
I am in the darkness hole, the light is fading, I am afraid. this is the deepest hour of my penance, my brain has long gone to the cauldron. I don't know how to come back. I am reaching for the lifeline, and I cannot see through the pain---
flowering poetry, I love
when I feel her petals
bouquets so stunningly
It was only one gallery.
It was only one concert.
It was only one summer your great grandmother read my future in Turkish coffee grounds leaned into me said aloud,
August. The poison oak was beautiful , summer buckeyes first to defoliate + those oily leaves first to color up; I learned to never turn my back on the ocean
Michelangelo turned David
into a statue, instead of floating
from one encounter to another
he wanted you to fall, hypnotized
I swing into the new phase
Manic moon is chicken shit
Runs like a bitch the corner
Of my bit lips blood flower
It's a ripe crackling thing
over pancakes we talk heavy locomotive engine
steam billows out this whale blowhole this
top of mind wisp say something anything
wrong always sugar sweet the stacks
Katie Gilder is a graduate student of architecture at Virginia Tech in Alexandria, VA. She is offering a reward for information that would lead to an arrest of whoever dumps their trash where she walks her dog.
your family sits atop a graveyard
I recall my Catholic upbringing
its subsequent tumble through adulthood
wringed out through cigarette smoke
in my ears at night
Incant the stars
A burn, a numbing, this
My tongue unwinds: a woman who eats fire and instead of curling my lips closed extinguishing the flames when I open my mouth I light the room up with worries a lighthouse beaming
Aim Ren Beland is an illustrator currently located in Chicago, Illinois. His personal work explores what it means to be an "other" in our current social environment by invoking North American animal mythos and tropes in visual story telling.
Four planter beds and one for each and I chose a single crop each year:
purple potatoes, emerald-eyed, strawberries rouged by the sun
we covered them with netting, warm sweet treasure ours and ours alone.
It's my prerogative while dumb and still young
to pull off dangerous feats such as biking
the park trail at night, luxuriating in
the new absence of a worrier at home.
We are looking for work on the cusp, on the edge of the liminal, so give us something surprising! Simultaneous submissions are def allowed but please let us know if it has been accepted elsewhere (so we don’t infringe on any other other publishers rights or step on any toes). If it has been previously published or if it is a translation, it is your (the artist’s) job to secure the rights to the work before submitting it and to let us know. We ask that you give us a shout out and link us if you decide to re-publish something that originally published here. By submitting your work here you are giving us permission to use your work on our website or future print publications with proper accreditation going to the creator of that work (you!)
If you change your name/pronouns/bio/other information about yourself after submission or after publishing please reach out and give us the link to the work and we will change it as soon as we possibly can.
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