Every call for submission the press has issued has taken the form of an object — a sigil, a program, a specimen, a report. They are the press's instruments of attraction and the strange evidence those instruments leave behind. This is where they are kept.
Some are doors you can walk through — open calls, still receiving. Others are artifacts: closed files the machinery produced and could not quite explain.
The Anglophone Influx
A mythic alchemical sigil that magnetizes, binds, and draws the global currents of the written word into a single sacred point of submission. The Great Magnet's rite, seen from inside the void: the unappeasable inbox that cannot say no. A full call for submissions.
Enter the Receptacle →The Anglophone Influx. The sacred point of submission into which unhoused language is drawn. Still receiving.
Enter →Where the flood of global writing meets the magnetic field of the void. The original open call for unhoused words. Still receiving.
Enter →An order of service for a single minute, June 13, 2026. Held immediately and continuously until the end of the universe. A closed rite.
Attend →
A bird assembled entirely from printed language, examined by the Department of Wildlife and certified biological. Inquiry closed.
Examine →The Department of Recursive Population Events on the proliferation of Victorias — a bureaucracy that becomes the phenomenon it was convened to assess. Status: open.
File →Each object is a different face of the same desire: the moment a text leaves private space and enters a machine. The calls invite that moment. The artifacts are what the machine left behind once it had been entered.
← Return to the Submission Fetish