Palooka is an international nonprofit literary magazine and has published writers, artists, and photographers from the United States, Canada, Australia, India, United Kingdom, Ireland, France, Spain, Israel, Finland, and Austria. We publish unique fiction, poetry, nonfiction, artwork, photography, graphic narratives, comic strips, and offer print and electronic versions of the magazine.
I have always understood the struggles of the writing life—the driving artist, aspiring toward publication. To get your work out there, really looked at, truly noticed, takes so much heart and effort and patience and resilience. I decided some years ago that I wanted to create a space for people taking on the struggle, a venue to give those writers and artists a truly fair shot at publication and the chance to be seen, read, and recognized—no connections, no solicitations, and only blind reading. Here, the quality of work is all that matters, not who you know or where you come from or what you've already accomplished. A fair chance and an open hand for everyone—the underdogs, the in-betweeners, and the already established.
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Adina grew up in Michigan and received her MFA from Sarah Lawrence. Her poems have appeared in Pudding Magazine, Midwestern Gothic, Lumina, and Finery, among others. Her summer spent living and working on a goat farm near Lake Michigan informed many of the poems in Cryptographs in a field of goats, her prize-winning collection. After cheesemongering for several years, she's now a bread baker on another Great Lake, in Cleveland Heights, OH.
FEATURED PALOOKA: SUSAN SPANGENBERG (ISSUE 7)
Susan Spangenberg in her own words: I was born in Hell's Kitchen and raised in Jackson Heights Queens. The daughter of a curry-eating, dark-skinned, superstitious mother and a hustling, drinking, homeless, storytelling father. I learned curse words before my alphabet. Though there were roots and languages of Hindi and German that might have been passed onto me, instead I learned to shoplift, pick up cans for nickels, and lie to the police. I was the caretaker and the black sheep, quiet and obedient, yet brooding in the corner ripping out my hair while absorbing every bit of dysfunction around me, which led to multiple psychiatric hospitalizations. As a child I enjoyed lighting small fires with my brother and painting. Neither were encouraged by my parents. The first painting I ever did was a bright yellow and orange flower in the center of white paper that I compulsively engulfed with black paint, its petals gradually withering. I had five younger siblings to care for as well as my parents, which made seven children to watch over.
My art still reflects my upbringing and my relationship with the world. I am more like my parents than I care to admit. If apples do not fall far from the tree, I am one good apple: bruised, tart, strong, beautiful, a sexy red, a sour green, weak, hanging on, ready to be picked. I have a lot to say, come get me: www.susanspangenberg.com
FEATURED WORK: PHOTOS BY HARRY WILSON
Click HERE for Harry's excellent photography from Palooka #7!