We are thrilled to announce that two new chaps, Poets in a Box or Pluto in Motion by Philip Good, and Family, A Natural Wonder by Alex Cuff are now available!!!

Poets in a Box or Pluto in Motion by Philip Good

This work was inspired by a box of broadsides put together as a fundraiser for Bernadette Mayer after she suffered from a cerebral hemorrhage in 1994. The set of 25 original broadsides, each signed by the author with exception of the one by James Schuyler was edited by William Corbett and Michael Gizzi and published by The Figures, Great Barrington, 1995. Called Writing For Bernadette and beautifully packaged in a purple box with an illustration mounted on the cover by Joe Brainard called Pluto In Motion Studies.

Each poem comprises two 13 line stanzas. The first stanza speaks to Bernadette Mayer’s work and life. The second stanza speaks to the individual broadside
donated for the benefit of Bernadette’s life.



Family, A Natural Wonder by Alex Cuff is a chapbook-length exploration of family, love, and how these impact and shape identity, as evidenced in brief in one of the collection’s titular poems:


We couldn’t agree on a location to dispose the body so we didn’t.

We stuffed organs into Costco-sized jars of maraschino cherries.

We sensed humor where there was some.

We were haven and humanoid.

We wept collections of TNT.

Rewired circuits.

We failed before we thought to act.

Our failures came in large and manageable pieces.



2 Poems by Cindy Rinne



And when she left me, I got
into gardening. Cabbages, Anaheim’s,
and chocolate mint.

Daily I said

the rosary, fingered beads
looked like earth from space.
I tossed the photographs;

All, but one.



Dead Leaves

Empty branches reveal a hollow
nest. Body betrays. In the river
Mio tries to wash away her
memories Ink stays. Rice paper
wrinkles like mother’s hands.
One face – death. Opposite
face – resurrection.

Cindy Rinne creates art and writes in San Bernardino, CA. She brings myth to life in contemporary context. Cindy is the author of several books. She is a published translator and a founding member of PoetrIE, a literary community. Her poetry appeared or is forthcoming in Sea Foam Magazine, Blue Heron Review, Gulf Stream Literary Magazine, Driftwood Press, The Honest Ulsterman (Northern Ireland), The Whirlwind Review, Birds Piled Loosely, and others.

A Poem by Stephen Langlois

Stephen Langlois’ work has appeared in or is forthcoming from The Portland Review, Gigantic Sequins,  and Big Lucks, among other places. He has been nominated for multiple Pushcart Prizes and is the recipient of a 2015 NYC Emerging Writers Fellowship from The Center for Fiction. He also curates and hosts Brew: An Evening of Literary Works, a monthly reading series held in Brooklyn.

!Video Submissions Are Open!

Reality Beach is now open for video submissions! Submissions may include video poems, video essays, snapshots of lived experience, hallucinatory montages, film and text, letters etched into celluloid, fast and loud videos, videos without sound, homages to film directors, subtitles for a film that was never made, black and white film or oversaturated–the punctual and always late, or videos that never arrive. The real, hyperreal, fantastical, and otherwise. Please submit videos of any length via our Submittable page and include a link to your video online.


Submissions Are Open



Poetry submissions are now open! Send us work through Submittable.

Poetry submissions are now open! Send us work through Submittable.

Poetry submissions are now open! Send us work through Submittable

Poetry submissions are now open! Send us work through Submittable.

Poetry submissions are now open! Send us work through Submittable.

Poetry submissions are now open! Send us work through Submittable.

Poetry submissions are now open! Send us work through Submittable.

Poetry submissions are now open! Send us poems through Submittable.

New Video Editor!

We are thrilled to announce that Julia Madsen has joined the REALITY BEACH editorial team as our editor of video submissions, which will open soon.

Julia Madsen is a multimedia poet, teacher, and tutor. She received an MFA in Literary Arts from Brown University and is currently a doctoral student in English/Creative Writing at the University of Denver. She has shown video poetry at Outlet Gallery in Brooklyn, NY, and her work has appeared in VICE’s “The Creators Project.” Her poems and multimedia work have also appeared or are forthcoming in JubilatDrunken BoatCaketrainFlag+VoidWord for/WordCloud RodeoSmall Po[r]tionsDelugeDreginald, TagvverkAlice Blue ReviewDevil’s LakeVersalCartridge LitCutbankBlack Warrior ReviewTL;DR MagazinePoetrySeen, and elsewhere. You can read/view more of her work at

Two Poems by Kevin Bertolero



Perhaps it’s time again to consider hiring a new cartographer. With Google Maps and a star chart, a fifteen-year-old boy found an Ancient Mayan city, and I still struggle to understand why I needed to take tenth grade geometry. Overlaying constellations onto the cities, far from the seacoast, away from the riverbeds, he knew the system needed to be completed. He saw that the world didn’t end in 2012 but wanted to know why. Maybe we should start to redraw the maps—time to reset and clarify the lines that divide us. Africa is too small, and we still don’t use the metric system. The Mercator projection has failed us beyond belief and we all know it. If we start over, maybe we’ll see what we’ve been missing all along. Maybe we’ll recover all we’ve lost; the abandoned seaports and the missionaries trying to gather converts, the Las Vegas watershed and the Worlds Fair. Everything was bigger then, Paxton’s Crystal Palace only standing for a matter of months, the frame solid and the exterior ready to shatter. There wasn’t time to waste on preservative acts. Instead, the fire took it away and everyone just moved beyond the cast-iron skeleton, dancing instead in the vacant pool halls and laundromats, the washeteria in Fort Worth bringing in most of the business. You and I, we can look at the maps over hamburgers and milkshakes from the twenty-four hour diner and consider where to go from here. Our hometowns only ever look alive at night.






Think of the filmmakers and the artists, the videographers and boom-mic operators—the conjurers of depth and cinematic dust-light. But where do the researchers find their subjects? Dana says that documentarians can live to be one-hundred-and-twelve, but I’ve learned to recognize a reliable resource when I see one. This is not it. When the lights dim in the theater and the screen stays black, we know enough to be complacent and amenable. The end will never come at this rate, or so we like to think. But now we’re in your basement and the lights still aren’t coming on. I’ve seen enough film to predict what happens at the end. I can even write the lives before they happen.


I only want to feel happy, like Ponyboy leaving the Paul Newman feature. Where is my ride home? I’ve learned, though, that the best directors leave themselves behind on camera. Ineffable, but substantive enough for us to feel them plotting. They find the darkness of the movie house to be soothing in a way that reproduces natural darkness, but the kind that is only available in select locations. Not in the city lights and suburban plazas, but in the open ocean, salt water and sea air divided.


I have a habit of leaving the movie before it’s over. Not before I’ve figured it out, but before the credits roll. I’ve never seen the lights come on at the end. I count previews and check my phone to see what remains, always something else to do. Dana says I need to dedicate myself to the film, to focus on what the director is trying to show me, but I can’t. The medium is manipulation, and these American eyes can show me nothing else.


Kevin Bertolero studies literature, philosophy, and art history at Potsdam College. He is the poetry editor for Mixtape Methodology, founding editor of Ghost City Press, and the author of From the Estuary to the Offing (2015). He tweets @KevinBertolero.


Want To Hear About This Dream I Had by Sommer Browning is now available!

WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THIS DREAM I HAD by Sommer Browning is a chronicle of the author’s dreamscape recorded through the first half of 2016. 44 pages in length, it captures the intersection of the surreal and domestic that the running narrative of dream life transpires at. It is a diary of an alternate form of life, featuring elements of the author’s waking life free from the filters of logic. This book is a dream walk through the mind of a poet.


This book is produced in a limited edition of 100 hand-numbered copies. Its cover features the author’s rendering of the title hand screened in matte black onto heavyweight reflective black mirricard stock. End papers are made from handmade dyed stock. It is bound with handspun and dyed Turkish waxed thread.






We are absolutely ecstatic to announce that beginning with ISSUE FIVE, REALITY BEACH will be edited by three of its favorite poetry minds:  Jordan Hoxsie, Precious Okoyomon, and Lydia Hounat. As the scale of our operation increases, Adam and Anna will be concentrating on chapbook editing, design, and production.

Jordan Hoxsie has been working with us as our social media and blog editor. They run the spectacular VARSITY GOTH PRESS. They are the author of Cry Lightning and You Walk Exposed.

Precious Okoyomon is the author of the amazing Ajebota. Some of her work can also be found in REALITY BEACH ISSUE TWO. You can read a really cool interview with her here.

Lydia Hounat ‘s fantastic poems have been published in Hobart,  Vanilla Sex Magazine,  The Cadaverine, and a lot of other wonderful places, including REALITY BEACH ISSUE THREE.

We have transitioned to a new submissions platform and will be open for ISSUE FIVE submissions beginning December Fifteenth.

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