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Thick With Conviction was founded in 2005 by poet Karina Bowman, who brought in her best friend Sara Blanton-Allison to co-edit. Soon after, Sara's sister, Kristina Marie Blanton joined the editorial staff. By 2009, all three left TWC and handed the zine over to Arielle Lancaster-LaBrea and Kayla Middlebrook. Kristina returned to the fold in late 2011 and Taylor Copeland joined in late 2012. Now, TWC marks another new era as Taylor and Kristina move to Beautysleep Press and Arielle and Kayla have decided to take a break and leave TWC in the very capable hands of Danielle Masters. Sara returned to TWC in 2014 and Kristina returned in 2015. In 2016, the editors made the hard decision to close TWC, but in 2017, Arielle LaBrea returned to TWC to resurrect the publication and take it in a new direction.

 So here's the skinny on what TWC wants. We're looking for poems that are unique or thought provoking. We want to exhale a deep sigh after reading them. We want to be moved to anger or tears. What we aren't looking for are the following: religious poems, nature poems, greeting card styled poems or teenaged angst. Think unique. Think heavy.

All submissions should be in the body of an e-mail. No attachments, no simultaneous submissions. Response time is between two and four weeks. Please include a bio of 75 words or less, and an author photo. Send submissions to the editor, Arielle LaBrea, at twczine@gmail.com

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