June 28, 2008

Just a reminder...

Monday, June 30th is the FINAL DAY to submit to Weave if you want to be considered for our first issue!!

Submissions will be considered on a rolling basis, but there will be a bit of a time lapse before we begin to reply to submissions for our second issue while we put together Issue #1.

So, submit today! (or tomorrow. Tomorrow is okay, too.)

June 22, 2008

Weave Staff

Margaret Bashaar
Co-founding Editor, Weave Magazine
Submissions Manager

Margaret Bashaar's poetry has been published in such journals as Caketrain, Pank, The Pedestal Magazine, Arsenic Lobster, and Boxcar Poetry Review, among others, as well as in the anthology Time You Let Me In: 25 Poets Under 25, edited by Naomi Shihab Nye. Her first chapbook, Barefoot and Listening, was released from Tilt Press in late 2009. When she isn't editing Weave Magazine she can be found playing with her four-year-old son, writing book reviews, or co-hosting and serving as the developmental director for Pittsburgh's only poetry cabaret, The Typewriter Girls.

Laura E. Davis
Co-founding Editor, Weave Magazine
Sales and Distribution Manager

Laura E. Davis is a poet, editor, teacher, freelance writer and performer from Pittsburgh, PA. She was recently a featured reader on Prosody, a weekly radio show for writers and poets. She is currently pursuing a Master in Fine Arts in Creative Writing at Chatham University. Laura serves as Cofounding Editor of Weave Magazine and writes for her personal blog, Dear Outer Space.

Joel W. Coggins
Editorial Assistant
Advertising Manager
Cover Design, Issue 03

Joel W. Coggins was raised in northeast Ohio, and graduated from Euclid High School in 2006. He is currently a Senior at the University of Pittsburgh, where he studies English Writing. In addition to working for Weave, he is the Editor-in-Chief of the Three Rivers Review of Undergraduate Literature, a regional publication sponsored by the University of Pittsburgh Honors College.

Robyn Campbell

Robyn Campbell is a soon-to-be graduate of the University of Pittsburgh, studying English Writing and French. She is also a member of the fiction staff for the Three Rivers Review. Any of her time spent not reading stories for Weave or TRR is spent reading other stories. She grew up in and swiftly left North Wales, Pennsylvania, though she would like to thank it for raising her right.

Andrew Mulvania
Literary Review Coordinator

Andrew Mulvania is an Assistant Professor of English (Creative Writing) at Washington & Jefferson College. His first book of poems, Also In Arcadia, was published by The Backwaters Press in Omaha in August, 2008. His poems have appeared in Poetry, North American Review, Southern Poetry Review, Green Mountains Review, Bellingham Review, and Weave, and new poetry and prose is forthcoming in The Southwest Review and Missouri Review. He was the recipient of a 2008 Individual Creative Artists Fellowship in Poetry from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts.

Heidi Richardson Evans
Website Design & Art Consultant

Heidi Richardson Evans is an artist, blogger, mama, and a poet during the occasional full moon. She also works part-time in non-profit. Heidi lives in her thrift clothes and tattoos in Charleston, WV. She has a degree from WV State University and studied at the Art Institute of Pittsburgh. You can buy her fine art here, or commission a wicked banner for your blog and read her life at Daisybones.com.

June 11, 2008

Contributor List

Weave Magazine: Issue 01 Contributors & Titles


Ivy Alvarez
Everyday English Dictionary: S
Mary Biddinger
Once I Ended up in Wisconsin
Seven and Counting
Rachel Bunting
Snake Oil
Juliet Cook
The Circus Girl Sucks in Her Breath
Brooklyn Copeland
Goes Without Saying
When I Am Not an Amalgam
Crystal Hoffman
Black Snake
Three Lovers in Beirut
Two Portraits of New Orleans' Ghosts
Tom Holmes
Footnotes to Patience
She's Grounded 'til War Commences
D.M. Huneke
On Spontaneous Human Combustion
Jason Kirin
Among Machinery
Dana Guthrie Martin
Jesus Waits
Parasitic Cloaking
Table 1. Experiments with Hanging
Carol McCarthy
[Symbosis, or women are vigorous and need to be tied in]
[You say lime, I say kumquat]
Khrys Myrddin
orthopaedic surgery

David McLean
we regret to inform you
Michael Constantine McConnell
Water Leashing Wind
Phoebe North
Body, Decomposing Under Twigs and Leaves in a
Gully in Grantwood, Speaks
Ford Limited
Michael Ogletree
Apogee, Abridged
J.R. Pearson
Molly Prosser
Battle at Breakfast
Jay Robinson
Grand Haven
Daniel M. Shapiro
The Silent Circle
Susan Slaviero
Aurora Contemplates Seven Years of Marriage
The Queen of Staves Imagines Leaving Her Day Job
Sarah J Sloat
Dear Scum
Ground Shadow
To The Benevolent State
Ringa Sunn
Sunlight in Her Hair
Frank X. Walker
Harriet Tubman as Villian
Swamp Thing


Jack Cobb
Stephen Dorneman
Burning Hills
Mehgan McKenna
Jack Swenson
Only A Memory Away
Jared Ward
Making Weight


Angela Bayout
Sofija Canavan
Sarah Greenwood
No Shades of Gray
Nashay Jones
Asase Ye Duru: From the Earth We Arose, to the Earth We Shall Return
Gye Nyame: A Celebration of Birth... Of Life
Untitled (Found Voice)
Bonnie MacAllister
Heidi Richardson Evans
Cradle (cover art)
Cultivating Shadows
My Own

Cover Art: Issue One

Fiction: Issue One

Only a Memory Away

By Jack Swenson

When Uncle Dan got sent to the Alzheimer's ward, the ladies licked their lips. Fresh meat. A handsome fellow, too, they all agreed. And nice; very friendly. And, oh, when he sang and played his ukulele, they came from upstairs and down. He knew all the old songs, all their favorites: "Skip to My Lou," "Tiptoe Through the Tulips," "Love Is Just Around the Corner," and many more. They were enchanted; they were smitten; they wanted his body.

Hoity toity Claudia invited him to tea. Carlotta tried to lure him to her room, promising to show him old photographs of herself when she was Miss Cedar Falls. Unsubtle Josie threw her arms around his neck and wouldn't let go. They had to call the charge nurse to get her loose.

To Dan it was all very bewildering. He liked the attention, but he didn't understand why they were making such a fuss over him. His family didn't understand, either; his wife and daughter were shocked one day when they were visiting to see one the elderly women headed down the hall carrying Dan's laundry bag. Alice, his wife, recognized it because, as she told her daughter, she had embroidered it herself. She popped to her feet, chased the woman down the hall, and took the bag away from her. When she examined the contents, she found Dan's socks and shorts mixed in with the lady's under things.

Another time when they got there they found Dan sitting on the floor outside his room. They asked what he was doing, and he said he couldn't get in. The door was locked, he said. Alice tried the door, and sure enough, it was locked. They had to get one of the staff members to unlock it. When they got the door open, one of the other male patients was in his bed. Rousted, he wandered out into the hall mumbling to himself. "He don't use it anyway," the man said as he shuffled from the room.

Neither the wife nor the daughter put much stock in the old man’s complaint. After all, consider the source. And after the younger woman told her mother the joke about the old lady in the wheelchair advertising “super sex,” and the old man replying that he’d take the soup, her mother laughed until she cried.

When Dan died just before Christmas, that put the kibosh on the annual Christmas party. Nobody felt much like partying. Mort sang Christmas carols in his quavering tenor, and Chester kept trying to grab the microphone away from him, but Mort kept it just out of his reach and went right on singing.

Then Dottie started to cry. Claudia, too. Then the dietitian wheeled in a cart with the ice cream on it, and everybody cheered up.

Poetry: Issue One

Molly Prosser

The Battle at Breakfast

Debbie stacks the toast and carefully cuts the pile into four thick strips. I don’t want
butter this morning – I want my soldiers sharp. It’s the first time I’ve waged war with
a soft egg.

Debbie shows me how to decapitate the head, how to firmly hold the egg cup and whack
off the top of the shell, jam my knife into the albumin and disrupt the yolk. Her thick
Glasgow accent pours over the carnage.

Sometimes, she tells me, she chips away at the outside peeling back layers to expose the
soft core, attacking where the egg is exposed and vulnerable.

Slitting my way through the firm white with my first soldier, I slowly probe the yellow
center. He cuts a path that others will follow. The incision widens as one by one my burnt
battalion gradually descends to the center, absorbing the wreckage, erasing
the traces of war.

Artwork: Issue One

Asase Ye Duru: From the Earth We Arose, to the Earth We Shall Return

By: Nashay Jones

June 10, 2008

Poetry: Issue One

Dana Guthrie Martin
Parasitic Cloaking
—for B.C.

What we hide:
cotyledons   villi   intervillous spaces

What was empty in you
fills with your blood

decidua basalis   chorion frondosum:
nicotine, opiods, alcohol, birth defects

What we can’t use, you must eat
or carry until it rots and falls off

placenta accreta   how it clings

The extraction must be manual
and leave no traces

Tech Update: weavemagazine.net!

Margaret and I had a nice weekend get-a-way with other writers and artists this weekend. In between the intellectual discourse, delicious meals and general merriment, we did manage to sit and talk about Weave and our upcoming endeavors. We have gotten a lot of review requests and we're very excited about the opportunities. Be sure to check the Weave blog often for the reviews, as well as updates and deadlines. In fact, you should consider subscribing to Weave's blog using our RSS feed. It will walk you through adding Weave to your blog feed like Google Reader so you can stay in the know.

In other technical news, we are proud to have our own domain name now:


How exciting! There is something very official about having your own spot on the internet. It's kind of like when you first move into a new place and you can start unpacking the fun things like your curtains or Christmas decorations. While we still have some more unpacking to do, soon Weave will have a logo and the site will (hopefully) have a redesign. It should be rather cozy so we hope you'll stop by and visit us often. Be sure to tell a friend about the great things going on here at Weave Magazine!

June 6, 2008


Due to the overwhelmingly positive response that we have received here at Weave Magazine, we will be closing our open submissions period for our first issue a little early, and by a little early we mean two months early.

The deadline for the first issue of Weave Magazine has been pushed up to June 30th.

Anything received after June 30th will be considered for our second issue which we plan to publish in early Spring of 2009.

We are still accepting requests for poetry book and chapbook reviews for the blog. We have a couple books we've requested already that we are really excited to start reading!

So check out our submission guidelines and send us your work! weavezine@gmail.com

June 5, 2008

Weave's Fearless & Silly Editors

While we take our submissions seriously, we often don't take ourselves too seriously. This is evident by this silly photo post we hope you enjoy.

Margaret is contemplative (ooooh -- that's a big word)

Updating the Blog.

Laura gets so excited to read Barn Owl Review. Snazzy!

Death by Submissions.

Whichever lands first will get published...

Just kidding, we work HARD. Really.

See how hard Laura reads the first issue of Warbler!

Margaret also reads. And enjoys gunbirds. yay.

The end!

June 4, 2008

A Few Notes on Fiction (and a couple on poetry, too)

We here at Weave Magazine would like to take a moment to give you, the blog readers, a few little insights into our preferences regarding fiction (and poetry, too).

  • We tend to prefer short fiction, and by short fiction, we mean flash fiction. As ladies who, admittedly, are primarily poets, flash fiction appeals to our desire for economy in language. Also, to our short attention spans.

  • Endings are key. This may seem like common sense, but we've found that the thing that most often kills a piece of fiction for us is the ending.

  • We genuinely want to see your character grow, even if it is just in the space of 900 words.

  • We're finding that we are getting a lot of similar plot themes in the various fiction submissions we've received. One thing we want from fiction, which is also something we want from poetry, is to be hit with something we don't expect. This doesn't mean we don't want consistency -- we do. We just don't want to feel like we're reading the same submission over and over.

  • Before you send us your work, please, at least use the spell check function on your computer.

  • If no one other than you and your mom has looked at your piece, chances are, it's really not ready for submission. We have read more poems and fiction pieces than we care to count that, with a little bit (or a lot a bit) of editing, would have found publication with us.

We hope this is helpful! Happy submitting!

Weave Blog Now Open for Reviews!

We at Weave Magazine have decided to start reviewing poetry books and chapbooks here on our blog. If you would like to have your collection of poems reviewed by us, drop us an e-mail over at: weavezine@gmail.com