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The human brain and its capacity to love have never been simple. Jade Wallace’s poetry incites a lot of introspection into how we are connected to our environments in intimate ways, but not necessarily made loving by them.
The way Melendez mixes theory with personal anecdotes is a graceful way to deliver intellectual critique with relatable humour. This is a strong, accessible read that even someone who might be hearing about “agender” for the first time can understand.
As Beck’s research shows, naming is a vital part of how we construct and interpret the world around us. Names can hold clues to the land and celebrate its people and stories; they can also be used to conceal what came before.
Anxiety, while a sometimes terrifying experience, can also be a place of self-discovery as it forces some into periods of self-reflection. There’s something wonderful that lurks in that space between our ears.
“I’m working on a big project I can crash for a few hours and then keep on banging out pages.” Real Deal Comix’ Lawrence Hubbard gives us a tour of his spartan digs.
A tightrope walk of a novel, Catherine Lacey’s Biography of X deftly weaves speculative fiction and fact into a story about love and abuse, a relationship turned sour and the lengths one will go to for their art.
A couple deal with an alien crash landing in their backyard in cartoonist Kanekiel’s debut effort.
I admire Matt Farley and what he represents. I predict that he will one day be recognized as one of the emblematic creatives of his era. For this reason, I travelled to Peabody, Massachusetts for the Motern Extravaganza, an annual concert and fan event Farley holds in his own honour.
On printing day of the famed Thunder Bay feminist publication, one woman would type on an electric typewriter while volunteers spread the issue’s pages on the counters and stools of what was formerly a Finnish restaurant — still smelling of the fryer oil.
Scales, claws, fangs and (controversially) feathers. Meet the paleoartists and zines who believe the vision of dinosaurs belong to everyone who survived their extinction.
Bonnie Cisneros’ zine is an all-inclusive haunting. A quintessential ’90s love letter, Grunge Tejana sheds light on the brown folks who made up a big part of the grunge scene down here in Texas.
Unlike many other acts who saw the quality of their music degenerate in inverse proportion to their pocketbooks, Tegan and Sara’s art has only increased in its popularity and reach. Melody Lau does an excellent job of highlighting these tensions.