A magazine of LIT + ART.
Menstruate. Watch the blood stain your sari, blooming outwards in a defiant whorl. Grab your hair by the fistfuls and scream expletives until your lungs swell urgently against your ribcage. Demand cigarillos and arrack from your husband, from your neighbors, from the anxious twist of a woman that brings you packets of milk every morning. Give in to convulsions, every three minutes or so.
He wears the hell out of his gas station jacket, khaki and covered in
patches. It is no red velvet bra with cups the size of my hands, but
I like this pleasant ambush—a smoothie too sweet to be hiding kale.
An online quiz says I have the same personality as Jesus. What does this say about me? That even if I’m unloved, they all know who I am. That betrayal will be what kills me.
We grew candles on our farm. It was always night. I carried embers in a copper bucket and trailed behind my mother. Under the candlelight, the ground was warm. I tucked my plait down the back of my dress. We walked narrow pathways through fields of candles. The glow hurt my eyes, so I looked up at the darkness and star blink. When we reached the empty plain, we dug holes and planted the embers. I didn’t know if my fingers were black with dirt or soot.
Laura Berger animates, illustrates, sculpts, and breathes life into her artwork. This Chicago-based artist spends her days drawing numerous women in a variety of bold and natural environments. Originally from Wisconsin, Berger's inspiration comes from rituals, symbols, nature, dreams, and travel.
Pastel hues, attention to detail, all the baked goods, comedic subject matter, illustration style—sigh. We're so in love! Originally from Santiago de Compostela, Galicia, Pepa Prieto Puy is an amazing comic illustrator. Her nomadic spirit has her moving quite frequently, but she currently resides in Ourense, Spain. Each illustration is born from very literal influences and daily situations in her life. This page could go on forever, but we've put together some of our favorite work from this glorious human.
Whether it's his stellar drumming in the band SLAAP, or the creative inventiveness of his illustrations, Laurent Moreau gets our heart beat racing. This France-based drummer is also a prolific illustrator. Moreau draws and draws and draws and draws, and we couldn't be more grateful! With a mixture of pencils, sketchbooks, brushes, and paint, Moreau fills his Tumblr with the endless etchings of a curious mind.
Whitney Humphreys is a glowing and miraculous seaside mermaid. This California native works in many mediums, including oil paint, charcoal, sculpted fabric, but she primarily calls herself a printmaker. Her favorite print mediums include woodcuts, screenprints, and lithographs. She tends to bury herself in her projects, but she loves working toward goals, surrounded by a swirl of art, coffee, and friends!
Barajas grew up in the Sonoran desert of Tuscon, Arizona. His budding art career depicts equally soft and strong images of the cultural conflicts surrounding sexuality. As a member of the gay community, Barajas is interested in blending elements of classical painting with the faces of pornographic actors, as well as his own face and the faces of his own romantic situations and relationships. These tender portrayals explore the conflicting spheres of religion, social expectations, and politics that surround sexual identity.
When you’re here, you should check your idea of reading as a status symbol at the door and enjoy yourself. We prefer art that keeps it simple while packing a punch, and we think art and culture is best enjoyed with enthusiasm that hasn’t been dipped in ten-dollar words.
Our online magazine isn’t our print mag’s subordinate—it’s a living, breathing publication that’s accessible to anyone (with internet access) at any time at no cost. And by pairing all of our writing with art, we’re not just making our website pretty—we’re making reading more approachable on the whole.
The world’s full of misfits channeling their creativity in ways that give gatekeepers nightmares. Much as we’d like to tilt our heads toward the slush pile and default to the excuse of “we work with what we’re given,” that’s complacent, and complacency is uncool.