Reading Urban Graffiti is like cutting into a live body to find out if there’s a soul in there. The first thing you encounter is a lot of blood and tits and cocks and shit and really icky bodily things like that. Then right in the middle of the magazine there’s this wonderful, quiet, soulful piece by Beth Jankola called “Lay That Pistol Down Bare Lay That Pistol Down.” Then it’s back to runny noses and raging erections in the form of a story about a female receptionist who turns out to have a cock. Yes, I do believe there is some soul in there.
lit zine / no known publisher / main creator: Mark McCawley (editor) / $? / P.O. Box 41164, Edmonton, AB, T6J 6M7