Call for Submissions

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02/12/2017

Neighborhood: All Over, Featured, News

Call for Submissions

We want to read your true New York City stories.

 

We are interested in a wide variety of topics, including those involving deli meatbaby powder, and graffiti. We’re looking for essays that go beyond a quirky anecdote or a beautiful vignette. Tell us why this story—and this city—matters to you.

 

Past truth-tellers have included Michael CunninghamTom BellerBryan CharlesSaid Sayrafiezadeh, and Phillip Lopate.

We’ve been publishing the very best writers of NYC since 2000, and you can check out our two anthologies here and here.

 

Questions? Email us at

Submit here.

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§ 4 Responses to “Call for Submissions”

  • Michael says:

    Hi. How do I submit an essay?

  • Theresa Reed says:

    Hi Michael,

    Thanks for your interest! Please click Tell Mr. Beller a Story at the top of the page (or click that link). Let us know if you have any trouble.

  • c. curzio says:

    08/30/2016

    I am a native New Yorker and would like to tell a story about a ferry boat that was turned into a floating methadone clinic. This was in 1971, and there was a big outbreak of heroin use in late 1960’s and NYC was hit hard and rushed to rty and set up treatment centers but nobody wanted this clinic.There were massive demonstrations. It was first put close to the Manhattan dock of the Styaten Island Ferry, then had to move to Christopher Street in the Village. However many in the Village protested, but it stayed there for more than 1 year before moving into a building on VCCanal strret, Exactly 530 Canal st.

  • Alisson Wood says:

    Hi there! We’d love to hear your story. You can submit it here: link to mrbellersneighborhood.com We look forward to reading it!
    -Mr. B.

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