issue 04 - a very specific kind of melancholy.

  • i'm really into the idea of rot right now

    Leave Josephine Whittock alone in the ‘chrysalis’ she has spun for herself

  • we are made up of strands

    Court Ludwick plots our genome in ‘DNA strands’

  • obsessed with women who want to eat me

    Katherine Noble hunts us down like a doe in ‘Venus in Deerskin’

ISSUE SOUNDTRACK BY VERFÜHRERVERGELTER

ISSUE SOUNDTRACK BY VERFÜHRERVERGELTER

chrysalis

fiction by Josephine Whittock

It’s better to sit here forever.

‘There’s damp under her arms and between her pressed-together thighs, sticky on her cheek melted into plastic, sap leaking from one eye.’

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That Devil, the Soundcloud Rapper

poetry by Elliot Brodeur

For the love of god, don’t put your feet on the dash while driving.

‘Devil came down, gave me cunnilingus on the floor / 
I’d never done it before.’

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Cut-Glass Jaw

fiction by Yuvashri Harish

Hit her right in the jaw with a meat cleaver.

‘Vidya thought, no, prayed, insisted she would be able to cut Peggy open and crawl inside her body, to sit in the cage of her ribs, and maybe that would be okay.’

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DNA Strand

visual poetry by Court Ludwick

what makes me up

‘as logos/
as breakdown/
as slap me harder/’

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Squash Gash

flash fiction by Sarah Twycross

Biblically-accurate decay.

‘Angels flap across the sky in a flurry of eyes and feathers and teeth and I feel fine.’

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The Future Belongs to the Analog Loyalists

fiction by Chris Puzak

Those talking stuffies were always so creepy.

‘My wife howls with joy as darkness spews out of the speakers in all its analog glory.’

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For Legal Reasons I Cannot Release His Name

poetry by Elizabeth Dickinson

A phone in a hotel lobby.

‘That’s where I was left one night, /
after fanning my wallet’s options. /’

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pretty baby

poetry by Angel Lynne

All things pass into the night.

‘i frolic in the dirt like a /
pretty baby /’

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Jane Channels

fiction by J.R. Andrews

Surfing the high.

‘Quote when I can access the google doc again lmao.’

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Venus in Deerskin

fiction by Katherine Noble

The meat is tender. The meat is terrified.

‘Sometimes, hurt things like to be hurt.
In my dreams, I find I am one of these hurt things.’

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COVER ART BY COLLEEN DAVIES

COVER ART BY COLLEEN DAVIES

“Alvin’s starring role in Bladerunner 2049, embroidery”. To commission Colleen, check their linktree by clicking HERE.

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issue 04 - a very specific kind of melancholy.