Noon is a time that anticipates shadow, a time when light falls straight on necks and sundials. The light at noon offers analytical clarity; it also begins a heat through which the afternoon radiates. Noon is a dense, spare border that looks into the heart without abandoning the mind. We attempt to do the same by gathering cross-sections of prose, poetry, nonfiction, and visual art.
Thin Noon has been in a period of hibernation over the past year and a half due to health issues on staff and the vertigo of graduating with a variety of arts and humanities degrees, while scattering across states and countries. We are now back, actively accepting and reviewing submissions, and we will soon resume our publishing schedule. We offer sincere apologies for our absence, and hope to make it up to you. Please continue to send us your work if you think we would be a fit for your practice and vision.