Slaked.
Quenched.
That deep, wet ache, heavy and humid on your skin
deepening the drive
aching to be answered.
The unignorable thirst.

We desire that which satisfies you.  Your aftermath, a furnace of satisfaction in which you or your lovers bake.  Your humid mouths, spilling over with lustful words.  Your deepening kisses, drawing water from the earth.  Your earth, slick with rainfall and summer storms.  Slaked.  Show us what this means to you.

Submissions for Slaked will be open from now until August 21st.  Please see our submission guidelines for information on how to submit your work to us.  We await.  Knock us down with your interpretations.

We prioritize works from marginalized creators, including (but not limited to) queer/LGBTQ+, BIOPC, incarcerated, or disabled.  We never publish pieces that glorify violence or are racist, sexist, ableist, fascist, transphobic, xenophobic or any other level of grossness on the plight of the human condition.  Submitting such works will result in a permanent ban from any and all future submissions to our publication.  Please see our submission guidelines and our commitment to being trauma-informed before submitting.