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Holy mackerel, it’s July! I just don’t believe it. Where does the time go? Makes me wonder.

You know, I spend a lot of my time wonderin’. And, you know what else? It seems like, the more I wonder, the less I know. Ain’t that funny? Not ha-ha funny, you know, but darn strange. If you’re like me and don’t know what to believe anymore, know this:

The rumors are true. Skipjack Review’s Dead Herring Prize is really real. Really!

Dead Herring Prize will be awarded annually to one or more staggering works that slay red herrings in our day-to-day lives. All accepted stories, poems, prose, comics, words, pictures, whispers, and whimsy published by Skipjack Review during the calendar year will be considered.

Winners receive $100 big ones! Well, $100 little ones, I guess, but, hey, $100 is $100. That’s $100 right out of our own shallow pockets—albeit far less than we wish we could award such fearless art as we hope to see flooding in like summer salmon.

I wonder what this year’s winning work will be?

Maybe it’ll be a searing piece of flash fiction that captures the plight of single-serving culture.

Maybe it’ll be a longer story (though, less than 5,000 words) of the slipstream variety, one that challenges the conventions of our daily lives while at the same time challenging literary conventions.

Maybe it’ll be a herring-killer poem about, I don’t know, honeybees. I’ve always been fascinated by the concept of honeybees. That they die when they sting might serve as a lesson to the rest of us.

Like I said: I don’t know what the prize-winning work will be. I can’t see the future.

Maybe it’ll be a nature comic about seeing the future!

Already dropped us a line?

Thanks for trusting your work to swim in these waters. There’s no lifeguard on duty, but I’ll take it from here. We’ll let you know when we come up for air!

Yet to send us something? Don’t think about it; be about it! Technically submissions are open through August 31, but we expect to close early once we meet our quota.

Come on in, the water’s fine!