Are your ivories ticklish? Find out how in the Autumn 2017 issue of our fair journal. Holy Shit is an occasional (semi-annual?) full-color literary journal. Our goal is to elicit an eponymous reaction from our readers. Please let us know if that happens. 

Our reading period is generally August through October, unless we decide otherwise. As you might guess from the name, Holy Shit is looking for (ir)reverent, transgressive pieces of prose (fiction and creative nonfiction) and poetry that reflect the divine and inspire awe. Submissions can be sent through Submittable.

Happy reading!

Man, that road looks pretty slippery. I hope no one gets distracted by that awesome table of contents and starts skidding out of control and runs into, I don't know, like, a rat, or a gryphon or something. If you were headed toward some mythical beast on a snow-covered highway, what would you want it to be? And which way would you try to get the car to go? Toward the ditch, toward the car, or straight ahead into the slavering jaws of the capybara?