Mande launches this summer with flamethrower poetry, prose, and art that’s by or about bipolar creatives. We have solicited pieces from established bipolar authors and are open to submissions of writing and art. Please take a look at the Submit tab for guidelines.
In this first issue we’ll also publish excerpts from a biography-memoir hybrid, including photos from the beginnings of the Civil Rights Movement in Memphis, Tennessee.
We’re excited about plans to record issues and offer them on social media for increased exposure. We’ll also be starting an Instagram page to feature artwork specifically.
The posts below are placeholders you could take as prompts, so take a look and send me something.
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“Mental,” Anna said, pinning another stack of newspaper under a black high-top sneaker. She turned and hefted a cracked LCD monitor in both arms as though to hurl it out the picture window. “Who needs this much stuff?” “He was on top when he went off the deep end,” Kurt said by way of reply.… Read more
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“Asshole,” Sean called through the windshield, emphasizing “whole.” The driver who’d cut him off, one asswhole arm hanging out the window of his white Silverado, met Sean’s eyes in his side mirror. Sean made sure Silverado saw him laughing and shaking his head. Ridicule cut deeper than anger. Read more
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Nothing the dog did was right or even cute anymore. Read more
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Dozens lined the streets, despite the weather and the trample risk. Read more
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Evening fell on all fours around White River Junction. Read more
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At the risk of my own hide, I took her back in. Read more
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