Friday Five: some words with Justin Carter

‘Everything starts, in some way, with my life, and then the question becomes if I want to dive into my life or not’

Like a lot of teens who came of age during the early days of the internet, Justin Carter spent a lot of his online time reading and posting on message boards. He is such a fan of the format of these online forums that he decided to create a literary magazine based on the message board structure. The result: the retro-looking lit mag Some Words. Since going live some six months ago, Some Words has published over 120 stories and poems, including a poem each day during National Poetry Month (April). I was honored to have one of my poems (“A Cure for Doomscrolling“) included in the April lineup.

Justin Carter

When he isn’t running the lit mag–or perhaps moderating is the more appropriate term–Justin writes poetry and short stories, as well as freelance articles about women’s basketball, racing, and the NFL from his home in Des Moines, Iowa. He also is a relatively new dad. Justin’s first poetry collection, Brazos, was published in 2024 by Belle Point Press. Originally from the Texas Gulf Coast, Justin holds degrees from the University of Houston, Bowling Green State University and the University of North Texas, where he graduated in 2019 with a PhD in English. His poetry appears widely, including work in The Adroit Journal, Bat City Review, The Journal, Sonora Review and Sycamore Review. His fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in BULL, Daily Science Fiction, HAD, Passages North, and other spaces.

Read on for more about Justin’s reasons for creating Some Words, his advice to submitters, writing poetry versus writing fiction, and more.

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A week without news

What happened when I decided to heavily curtail my media consumption

I’d gotten sick and tired of the news — and even more weary of the distortions and reverberations of news and pseudo-news that skittered around the social media universe like ripples from a thousand stones thrown simultaneously into a sludgy pond. Stories and rumors of Haitian immigrants eating cats and dogs, the backlash to Taylor Swift’s announced support for Kamala Harris, the hate and vitriol spewing forth on cable news and X, which Elon Musk, despite his supposed commitment to making the platform a space for free speech, has turned into a raging hate machine — all of it was taking its toll on my soul and psyche.

So I decided to heavily curtail my consumption of news and news-related information. I could go without news for a week, I thought to myself. It wouldn’t be easy for an info-junkie like me, but I would do my best.

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