It is with pride and gratitude that we’re announcing the end of Infection House. 

It has been a wild six months and this project has reached farther than any of us imagined. And while the pandemic is by no means over, it has soaked into our new normal so thoroughly that a Coronavirus-centered magazine doesn’t quite serve the purpose it once did. While there is still a lot to say and ponder and protest, we hope you will find other outlets for your work.

Thank you to the artists from all over the world, to our loyal, loving readers, and to our donors who helped keep the lights on. We couldn’t be more honored being trusted with the work of so many greats. This was satisfying, necessary work.

Infection House will remain a place of perusal—so dig into our archives as much as you want—but our submissions are now closed. Thanks again for everything. Stay safe, and don’t forget to love each other.

And, if you’re really not ready for goodbye, members of our team operate other projects on the web that might suit your interests. Cameron is stabbing his fingers with book-needles over at tiltedhouse.org, and Joe is working on a new top secret, space-age webmagazine, which you can learn more about if you send him an email.