We’ve loved Gary ever since he swooped us up in his Kansas-colored cape. Have a gander at four poems from our latest issue [pdf], and download here — or get the handsome, 100pp. print edition (or both).
Tag: 3.1
Emily Hake: paintings
Hey there! Did you know 3.1? I didn’t. But then again, I was peeping these rad paintings by Emily Hake — and the new issue has even more!
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Storm Cellar 3.1 Out Now!
The fall 2013 issue — titled “Super/Drag” — is here. Check it: a handsome 100-page softcover, or a PDF ebook, or both!
POETRY by Gary Jackson, Carol Hamilton, Eric Thompson, Aaron Anstett, Amber Edmondson, Doug Bolling, George Eklund, Jennifer A. McGowan, John Palen, Kimberly Prijatel, Sarah Coury, Edward A. Dougherty
FICTION by Jennifer Caloyeras, Autumn Jackson, Eric Prochaska, Xenia Taiga
FLASH by Michael Chaney, Philip Kobylarz, Jennifer Kovelan, Nicholas Miller, Meredith Summers, Mayah El_Dehaibi
NONFICTION by Sjohnna McCray, Josette Kubaszyk, Katie Johansen
ART by Ivan de Monbrison, Emily Hake (sample 1, 2, 5), Sasha Piergeorge, Otha “Vakseen” Davis III
Carol Hamilton: Waiting
Can’t Friday be here? Why can’t it be here yet? To help us all, Carol Hamilton’s poem “Waiting” from Storm Cellar 3.1, which you can order here.
The Eskimos knew the virtue
of hunkering down, doing nothing.
This is a lesson I long
to learn, being American and full
of need to act, flutter about,
prove something. The old woman
was caught in a blizzard
just a mile from her home.
Sleep was her answer to disorientation.
She drew into herself, bent down, squat,
under a high hunk of ice, kept her rear
warm by sitting on her furry gloves.
Drawing her arms free of sleeves
to cross her breasts, she coiled…[continue reading]
Sjohnna McCray: The X-Factor
SC 3.1 hits Friday, so here’s a rad preview: Sjohnna McCray’s memoir of comics, mental illness, and identity. Get the issue here.
“In the X-Men comics, most mutants get their powers during puberty or for the sake of plot development are triggered by an extreme catalyst. In 1972, my mother, a former prostitute during the Vietnam War, found herself pregnant in a foreign land in which she did not speak the language, with an African American husband and a new extended family. …” [continue reading]
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