Notice of Magazine Hiatus
Thank you to everyone who has supported us. Our subscribers, readers, authors, illustrators, our fans cheering from the sidelines—thank you all for your passionate love of literature, for being the kinds of people who stop to wonder at and be moved by all the tiny mysteries of the world. It was my goal to give voice to those of you with vibrant new perspectives, but unfortunately I’ll have to take a pause from that work.
Running a literary magazine is hard work, requiring an incredible amount of time, energy, and—if you believe (as I do) that authors and illustrators also deserve to be paid and that good art has genuine, concrete value—money. The amount of money, time, and energy required for this magazine to persist has surpassed what I can reasonably provide, so we will be temporarily, though indefinitely, pausing. I hesitate to say permanently closing, as I love this magazine and the people who contribute to and read it, and after some time back at the drawing board to see if it can be sustainable, I would love to see it reopen some day.
However, for the foreseeable future, we will not be reading submissions or publishing new material. The website will remain active, and the published pieces will remain available, but going forward our (digital) doors are sadly shut.
J. McKenzie Nalley
Welkin is magazine of fantastic literature, devoted to narrowing the gap between realist literary fiction and more traditional and fantastic modes of narrative.
We have two digital magazines: Welkin, our quarterly ebook; and The Book of Idle Tales, our online magazine, which contains very short, digestible pieces of fantastic flash fiction.
Recent Stories in The Book of Idle Tales
A Dinner Party
It was sometime after the pork chops—dinner finished, the wine half drunk, tea for me—that Jaine started to talk. “You know how the ’70s were,” she said, sipping her third…
Home Is a Transverse Plane
My mother dies before she knew me. When she becomes sick, I move in to her house, and when she dies, I inherit the place. An old, two-story shotgun house….
On rare nights in the late fall when the moon is a sliver short of full, the fog rolls in from the sea to fill the hollows and valleys of…