Editors' Shorts :: Vol. 1.5

Open publication - Free publishing - More art

So we received about 230 submissions (over 500 individual pieces) for issue number two.  We’re happy to have had the chance to read/discuss/analyze the hell out of some great pieces.  We’re even happier to be getting some new blood into this issue.  We will be publishing writers from faraway places.  We will be publishing photography.  Most importantly, though, we won’t be publishing ourselves.  It’s great to finally have so much to work with.

We are, however, still arrogant and self-centered, so we the editors compiled some of our recent work in an online issue, which we hope you will download.  It’s free, and we put a lot of work into it. 

For anyone still wondering what our magazine is all about, take a look.  Maybe you can derive some sense of what our criteria might be.  If you figure it out, maybe you could give us a heads up.
 
Thanks for reading, and keep watching for new stuff.

(To download click here and go to the far right box with the down arrow, otherwise you can just read it online.)

Editors' Shorts :: #2

Laura Letinsky, "Untitled #85"

Sunday

Sunday is my day to pretend I am not

animal I clean my clothes and wash

the pots that have pondered

for a week and grow

not in size that would be preposterous

but in life egregious

they mimic the rest of the world

or at least the part that runs

behind your back whenever you turn.

I’m sad to think that everything

in the world has already been touched

or nearly like a rock I found sitting in a gutter

by a flamingo feather I picked up

the rock and not the feather because though

they both sat perfectly next to one another sharing

color and a yearning for the market or a sleek city

condo the feather must have been retched

so I picked up the rock and not the feather

put the rock in my pocket smooth from some other

long place and time

and watched the feather lend the gutter pink

starving itself with generosity and ecstasy

while a trickle from someone washing their car

slid it closer and closer to the drain.

           

                                                              – Adam Shutz

Editors' Shorts :: #1

Narrative Flow

The thought was in the head; the head

was somewhat

connected to the neck; the neck

was frail and wanted badly to snap, but

                could not.

It was

begrudgingly

interested in the head.

It

wished secretly

to be pulled into the skull’s frivolous breezing

like a string,

to

fray.

 -      jonathan gavazzi