Back when we first floated the idea of starting a literary journal, I though all I would have to do was set up a website and sit back and just let the money roll in. I was, to put it delicately, mistaken. As it turns out, creating a publication from scratch requires a lot of work and a not inconsiderable investment of time and money. I have no one but myself to blame for this oversight.
With well over a thousand literary journals printed in the United States, finding a niche can be difficult. Most are published through, or associated with universities. The independent journals run the gamut of form and reach. Many have moved to online-only models. Some pay cash money. Others offer contributor copies.
Through all of this runs a steady current of writers looking to get published, which vastly outnumber the journals. A graph of this global conversation would show a multitude of clusters around the Big Names – The Paris Review and Ploughshares on one end; Li-Young Lee and Joyce Carol Oates on the other. The one tends to attract the other, and smaller voices and venues can get lost in the eddies.
The 3288 Review stands off to the side of this conversation. We are based in Grand Rapids, and we intend that a plurality, if not a majority, of our talent come from West Michigan. Consider these names: Patricia Clark. Jack Ridl. David Lubbers. Susan Blackwell Ramsey. D.R. James. Jacqueline Carey. Kathleen McGookey. Debra Reid Jenkins. Chris Van Allsburg. Poets and photographers, writers and artists. All are regionally well-known, and several have established national reputations. And they are all, to some degree, West Michiganders.
Our first issue will hit the shelves next month. We have four poems, several short stories, a novelette, artwork, two collections of photography and an interview with bassist David J.
I call that a good start.