By Jake Fairly and Josiah Hesse Jake Fairly oozed forth upon the Denver comics scene from the catacombs of the Rocky Mountain College of Art and Design. Be it comics …
By Shimma Ali The ground was hard. I sat hunched on my knees at a rural crossroads in the dead of night. My fingers dug into the dirt, fingernails scratching …
By Nico Wilkinson it’s the day before i start testosteroneand i am buying press-on gender onlinerose goldblue crystalmirror chrome genders that come off easywithout pulling layers of me away.that soften …
By Adrian H Molina I was at the edge of fall, asking again if we could withstand another icicle winter in the north,sitting at the foot of an empty clawfoot …
By Paul Bindel In keeping with the theme of this issue, I wanted to start with horror, but why invent a scary story when Denver designers, writers, filmmakers, architects and …
Previous Issue: #23 I am terrified of puppies, can you help me? Whenever I see their fluffy tails wagging, those maniacal eyes wide as they strain against the leash, desperate …
These letters are difficult for me. I rewrite them several times before I’m (mostly) happy with what I’ve chosen to share with our readership. That word—“readership”—makes me imagine a high-sailing …
By Josiah Hesse Father Ernie was gasping his last breaths when the faces of the children he’d abused appeared before him. It’d been decades since anyone called him “Father,” but …
By Roseanna Frechette Art by Lonnie MF Allen You drag yourself up the stairs like some kind of rock star zombie on Benzos from heaven. “WTF!!!” you have just texted …
By Liza Sparks “…nada hay más misterioso que el destino de un cuerpo…” “…there is nothing more mysterious than the destiny of a body…” –E.M. Cioran there is no atlas …
By Kelly Shortandqueer A zine—derived from magazine—is an independently or self-published booklet, often created by a single person. Zines are customarily created by physically cutting and gluing text and images …
By Paul Bindel In 2010, at the height of the recession, when a friend admitted to considering grad school for literature, I begged him to turn around. Of course, I’d …
