Graham Sigurdson

In Sean McCarthy’s The Novice, a strolling snail-man is consumed, only to survive and meet worse horrors in the gullet of the beast. Things are not always what they appear to be. Both within and without this whimsy world.

A couple deal with an alien crash landing in their backyard in cartoonist Kanekiel’s debut effort.

Hypnogagia is a zine that invites you to further explore the psycho-dream imagery its artists have created. It’s unfortunate that you aren’t invited to engage further.

In Siah Files’ estimation, every bodega should have one of those cats who you pet while pretending to look for snacks. Preferably resting on top of a crate of Monster Energy.

More so than the numerous instances of porking and bodily fluids flying about, the passion of each of the contributors to Spread Love is clear. There’s a lot of passion on full display and I’m not just talking about the smut!

Speaking as something of a lapsed wrestling fan, Greater Power makes a compelling case for once again investing oneself in the strange, strange world of sports entertainment.

Mario 69 is part of multidisciplinary artist Jon Clark, a series of faux home media covers that each express ‘cursed’ feelings in their own way. Here, a ‘lost’ Super Mario game through lay-outs of the various enemies, characters and girlfriends.

Run Wolf Run is a well done comic-and printed in nice risograph package to boot, but does that make it worth howling over?

Yawn Temisev’s comic collection left me more with a feeling of intrigue than it did any truly spurring positive or negative reaction. Maybe that’s a good quality in and of itself.

Austin MacDonald’s colour choices give the pages of Squire’s Reunion a sense of foreboding. Houghton’s writing complements this. To make a recent reference for fans of swords, it’s as though the petite protagonist of Ranking of Kings popped up in Elden Ring.

In the grand Oulipo tradition, Considerations sees Montreal’s Fortner Anderson undertake a constrained writing project: 1,000 numbered sentences, each with only one verb. Treat it like a daily Far Side calendar, serving yourself to a gag or observation when you feel like it.