Month: September 2016

But Hate is What Gives Us Our Strength

(A Love Story) Words by Jasminne Morataya Images by Brandon Yung She (the giant loser) possessed dumb vindictive horse eyes. They were incredibly round and emitted a faint, possibly supernatural light. In life she (the pathetic child nihilist) was vivacious and bright like a fresh cabbage and always quite hopeful. This woman (this stunted brainless goblin) did not realize that she (the worst person to ever live) was condemned to lose forever and ever in a series of increasingly painful circumstances, a fact made more merciless because it was all the result of a single decision that could have easily been avoided. Each loss compounded the subterranean self-hatred in her bloodless beating heart, a feeling she (the shit smeared on the walls of a poorly maintained high school restroom) would never be able to express in any sort of language except the secret vestigial one where she (a flaccid micropenis) went to the grocery store and cried automatically every single time the misting system cooled the produce. At the end of the day it didn’t even …

Kyla Jonas: melancholia

Words by Kyla Jonas Photographs by Brandon Yung Benevolence I am trying to embroider all of my apologies onto the fleshy parts of my fingers. I am hungry for more kisses from angels on my cheeks and more soft lullabies sung to my stale elbows. I wish to feel less like the chair that the morning fog steps off of in an attempt to hang itself over me. I pray for days that won’t always end with me staring at the floor and whispering about the heavenly body of earth to the light behind my dead moss eyes. I have the outline of butterfly wings carved across the bare covering of my ribs. I am wrapping my heart in Irish wool to grow into a sweater with every beat and warm my antarctic essence. I will one day hold fondness and humility in my rough hands and bestow it upon myself. I will be covered in shadows of babies breath flowers whenever I am immersed in sunlight. I will absorb tenderness. Vacant Small Talk My mind is …

CLARE: an exposure

RENE SPEAKS: “I’ve been making music for about two years. I’ve always wondered if you make better work when you’re feeling stronger emotions. I’ve always wondered that. You know, stuff I’ve made mid anxiety attack, stuff I’ve made on real depressed days, and stuff I’ve made on days when I’m completely fine and I’ve kind of learned that your creativity as an individual is above that.

Stevia sweet, sweater weather

Poetry and photos by Somi Jun Are we as outta here as those blue nights, when I looked down and saw my street, lit yellow in a haze. As the night I couldn’t sleep in your bed, woke at 4am and sobbed to the sound of amen. As the half hour I shaved and saw the V of my thighs in the mirror. As Friday night boogie right. As the fall of her toes from the trapeze. As his Christmas gift and I see now I am grown without a witness. As the last rite of Mercerism, that damned two-way street. As outta here as dead road, a one-way train through the suburb.     Eye One 15 hours under the weight of glass, my  feet curved into the side of a self-proclaimed anarchist. I fell asleep to speech of Burning pigs and bitching chicks and a baking planet’s Wrath, old as fenced animals. His throat warbles Through a plea to the nuclear family’s dog. They sing: Food before bombs. My last night in Los Angeles, …

On the $6 Lauren Bacall Mints I Lost

Poem by A.A. Reinecke People hated Kennedy at Harvard (crimson). Do you know why? Do you know how hard it is to be wrong beside people, like him, whose failures are beautiful? I bought you a pack of mints at LAX to say something hard. Is it cowardice if I preface this? I’m remembering the punch bowl at the Mormon party and how when I binge ate Carvel ice cream cake you left a Himalaya on your plate where synthetic pink melted into white. Do you know I love you? And the color of your politics? Or that I was trying to humble myself to our shitty teacher when I smiled at the story about how her son’s nose was broken at Georgetown? Did you notice that in Spanish class the matador on the wall never was authoritarian about your using the restroom? Or that a pair of almond eyes, before being lost in hotel laundry, intended to will from you a treaty? Know I miss you. That I’m sorry. That I wish sometimes you’d …

Sarah Hunter’s Tits & Other Bits

Sarah Hunter, 20-year-old illustrator based in Brighton, UK is an incredible example of a woman who is all about body appreciation. Her series ‘Tits & Other Bits’ exemplifies the notion that not all women have the “perfect” bodies. Sarah describes her work as simple, yet effective. Her illustrations humorously take on real life situations and personal experiences, basing a lot of it on the fact that “you cannot take life at face value as it can get very depressing, so why not spice it up a bit.” Hunter is currently working on a cartoon series of the times things “didn’t quite go according to plan”. “I try to produce work I would enjoy or find funny, I am that person who laughs (to myself) when I do a funny drawing…” When Hunter creates her illustrations she tends to start with simple drawings, then scanning to manipulate them on Photoshop. Of her materials, Sarah says “even though I enjoy using paint, I prefer my illustrations to be clean cut which is quite hard to do with that particular medium.”   Although, …

Letter To/From The Editor

A sweet old photo from the Tunnel Brunch that I took. Some scenarios: Somi and I spent a lot of time together in my room one night in mid-May planning the Textile event. We had been really excited about this “soundtrack” idea that included a mixture of songs and dictating poems or stories out loud. She picked a short story about teeth. It was a perfect choice—the balance between guttural and gorgeous that is Tunnel. Dentaphilia turned out to be 20 minutes long when read out loud; Somi sat beside me while I read and read until I was talking in the gummy way that happens when you run out of saliva. The day of the event we decided that listening to a soundtrack of our own voices is really uncomfortable and ended up not using any of the recordings. The first time I met Somi, as in recognized her from Facebook and introduced myself, she was wearing wide-leg overalls! Olivia Nouriani was wearing the pair of pineapple pants two days ago and four different people, in …