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.)

You're Allowed :: Words & Whisky

It is now official, Artichoke Haircut will hold a monthly reading on the first Thursday of every month on the third floor of Dionysus Lounge. So if you're going to take advice from me – and I'm not 100% sure why you would – you might as well just go ahead and take that following Friday off work from here on out. Because both you and I know you're not going to be able to handle the morning after.

And to start off our monthly reading series we have two very talented and very odd writers (seriously, they are the oddest people we know, but we mean that in the best possible way). We are thrilled to be featuring the prose styling of a young Baltimore icon, Timmy Reed, and the quirky/crazy poetry of an up and coming Baltimore icon, Erik Pecukonis. I really can't imagine why you'd want to miss either one of these talented writers.

We'll see you there.

Bios:

Timmy Reed is an endangered, sub-intelligent hominid from North Baltimore. He writes stuff in hieroglyphics and has it translated by slaves. Follow his micro-awesome-short-rad-flash-supercool  fiction on Twitter at @BMORETIMMYREED. Also, check out the Bicycle Review on June 15th for a short story about neighborhood associations. Buy him a drink sometime maybe. Don't sleep.

Erik Pecukonis is, well... come to the reading and you'll see.

Percy Bysshe Shelley :: Editors' Picks

Bill Henson
Untitled # 20,  2000-3

To the Moon
By Percy Bysshe Shelley

 Art thou pale for weariness?
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,

    Wandering companionless

Among the stars that have a different birth, --
And ever changing, like a joyless eye

That finds no object worth its constancy?

I’m not exactly sure what it says about man, that he is always looking for something beyond himself, something greater than his surroundings? It could be that this question springs from, as La Rochefoucauld said, the fact that we can neither look the sun nor death directly in the face?
 
And what does it say about the human race that we must mythologize these forces, and every force, for that matter, we do not understand. What manic insecurity we must have that we find it necessary to make up fantastical stories in order to escape from the thoughts born of those treacherously quiet moments, those moments that otherwise would be filled with thoughts of the smallness we feel pushing us into the ground, only to be mocked by the stars and the growing night?