Issue Eight contents:
Artwork: Alice Alva
In this eighth issue, everything starts at the shoreline; selkies & smelters & washed-up husks. Guided meditations take place at a country piss up; power tools languish & lavender petals fall from our lips. We are twisted like lipsticks & lifted from our dusty shelves like forgotten books. Hearts quiver like houseplants or are swallowed up in pelican pouches. We wish to cross date lines, to identify when exactly the body died, & to know how to recognise the good lies. You will find us much changed, if you can find us at all.