Welcome back students! Come to Poictesme’s interest meeting for more information on how to join our staff and submit your work.

“Certain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.”

The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger, published June 16, 1951

Submissions are open for our Fall chapbook! This year’s chapbook name is Rabble, paying homage to the novelist James Branch Cabell who would often use that word to remind people how to stay his name. Our theme this year is  ’chimerical,’ meaning both unreal, and imaginary, or wildly fanciful and highly unrealistic. If you are a VCU student or alumni, send in your prose, poetry and illustration! Our deadline is July 31st. Check our submissions page for requirements and the process. (Art by Irene Li)

But there is one way in this country in which all men are created equal- there is one human institution that makes a pauper the equal of a Rockefeller, the stupid man the equal of an Einstein, and the ignorant man the equal of any college president. That institution, gentlemen, is a court. To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee, published July 11, 1960.

When I write I am trying to express my way of being in the world. This is primarily a process of elimination: once you have removed all the dead language, the second-hand dogma, the truths that are not your own but other people’s, the mottos, the slogans, the out-and-out lies of your nation, the myths of your historical moment - once you have removed all that warps experience into a shape you do not recognise and do not believe in - what you are left with is something approximating the truth of your own conception. Zadie Smith

Poictesme wants to publish your short stories online! There are no fees, no deadlines, and no limit to the amount of work you want to submit. Check our guidelines for more information. 

Jason Williams, better known as Revok, creates beautiful works of art with materials found on the streets of Detroit. 

We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans — because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That’s why we paint, that’s why we dare to love someone- because we have the impulse to explain who we are. Not just how tall we are, or thin… but who we are internally… perhaps even spiritually. There’s something, which impels us to show our inner-souls. | Maya Angelou, born April 4, 1928, died May 28, 2014