RealPoetik is the oldest, most active, possibly largest, and questionably best little magazine on the internet. It exists in two forms, a "listproc" (email) format which is posted to some 600 subscribers twice a week (see below), and the website/archives.

This is RealPoetik's 1998 archives. Just continue a few more screens to "Authors" and you can read any or all of the work published during that year. If you wish, you can also see what what was published in 1994 by clicking here.

Or you can check out our 1995 archives by clicking here.

Similarly, the work for 1996 clicking here and 1997. here.

For the impatient, the work for 1998 clicking here

We're also offering Sal Salasin's book, Twelve Cautionary Tales, an exclusive RealPoetik Cyber Publication by clicking here.

As you probably know, RealPoetik is unlike most other literary spaces on the internet in that we actively solicit work from off the net.

We're always looking for submissions, and these can be emailed to salasin@wln.com salasin@wln.com or sent on disc or diskette (ascii please) to:

To subscribe to the email version of RealPoetik send email to listproc@ wln.com, no Subject:, and a single line of text which reads: subscribe RPOETIK Your Name (please note spelling of rpoetik).

You'll get this work as it appears, about two-to-five pages of material per week, in the form of two email messages (usually).
RealPoetik is the little magazine of the vernacular, quotidian, witty and postmodern. Think of it an an attempt to invent an english lit (small e) for the last decade of the Twentieth Century. And the beginning of the Twenty First.

With over 1,000 subscribers on the email side, and contributors including Eileen Myles, Elinor Nauen, Bart Plantenga, Tsaura Litsky, Sal Salasin, Barry Silesky, Hal Sirowitz, Mike Topp, Sparrow, Jeff Brooks, Tuli Kupferber, Martin Stannard and Peter Mortimer, we're a pretty good venue to contribute to or browse.

I have arranged the materials by author rather than by submission. Each of the poets deserved, I thought, a little more 'space' for themselves. If printed in order of appearance, it might seem more jumbled, noisey, crowded.

Sal Salasin RealPoetik, 1998