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Submission GuidelinesFOLLY IS NO LONGER ACCEPTING SUBMISSIONS. Sorry, we're going away. Unless someone wants to take over. See the Editor's Note in the current issue for details. Folly is a poetry webzine devoted to parody and satire. We're looking for poetry (primarily, but also essays, short fiction and artwork) that pokes fun, playfully or pointedly, at celebrities, politicians, art, literature, human foibles, and, well, anything else worth poking. Not all light verse qualifies. For example, a funny poem about the travails of aging would not be a good candidate; a tongue-in-cheek poem that proposed solving America's social security problems by drafting old people might be. Satire and parody can be light and playful, or dark and bitter. Either type is welcome as long as it's sharp as a rapier, polished to a high sheen, clever, enviable. No cutesy, bland, "Isn't that always the way" humor, please, and no crude rants. Think Alexander Pope, Jonathan Swift, Lewis Carroll, Dorothy Parker, John Kennedy Toole, Molière, Gogol and selected vintage issues of MAD Magazine. General GuidelinesFolly accepts previously published work; remember to specify where it first appeared. Folly also accepts simultaneous submissions; remember to note that it's a sim-sub, and of course contact us as soon as possible if it's accepted elsewhere. Include a short (< 100 words) bio with your submission. (Or, if you prefer, you may skip the bio and use a pseudonym, as many great satirists have done. Just let us know.) If you are submitting a parody, please specify what it's a parody of, in case the editors are unfamiliar with the source material, or too dimwitted to recognize it. PoetrySend up to three poems to ProseSend one essay or short story to ArtworkWe're looking for cartoons, graphics and photos of a satirical or parodic nature. CaveatsThough the Editors tend to be impressed by wit and cleverness wherever it comes from, they make no promises of political impartiality. We plan to solicit work from our backscratching cronies in the incestuous world of po-biz so as to curry favor with them and encourage reciprocation, but will nevertheless read all submissions, albeit grudgingly, and may even occasionally publish the work of those not in a position to reward us with prizes, publication, or blurbs for our chapbooks. |
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