Submissions are open for the Third Issue of Undertow Tanka Review

Submissions are open for the Third Issue of Undertow Tanka Review




Kindly submit up to 10 previously unpublished  tanka, tanka art, &/or  10 sequence.
“Undertow Tanka Submission” to:

undertowtanka @ gmail . com

Or use Contact Form to the right



*** by November 30, 2014 / third Issue
to be online by December 6, 2014


At the end of your submission, please include your full name and country of residence. All rights revert to authors upon publication. Your tanka must not be under consideration elsewhere or submitted to any contest. Hopefully this will become a print Review in the near future. We accept submissions year-round.


Best wishes,
Sergio Ortiz, Editor

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