Issue One

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Desiree Thursday A winding hallway is filled with representatives of the press, wannabe sleuths, and locals from this town and another, all dwindling. A lone employee is tasked with keeping them engaged until the conference begins. He is holding his phone out: “Have you seen this? What a dumbass." They have, it’s why they came; Substra Corp paid off City Hall. A pair of aluminum doors are cracked open by someone on the other side, and just like that, their poorly-paid jester

About

Piranesi, Giovanni Battista. The Gothic Arch, plate XIV, from the series Carceri d’invenzione. 1749–60, etching and engraving. Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco.

"I became possessed with the keenest curiosity about the whirl itself. I positively felt a wish to explore its depths, even at the sacrifice I was going to make; and my principal grief was that I should never be able to tell my old companions on shore about the mysteries I should see."

― Edgar Allan Poe, A Descent into the Maelstrom

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What do you see, hear, feel, and think in the moments before you drift to sleep; when you startle awake to the feeling of falling, of colliding with the ground you did not know was so far from your teetering body?

Short stories, poems, visual art, and scholarly articles on horror, surrealism, grief, existentialism, the self, the other, the body, the mind, fear, etc.

What parts of you, parts of life, do you hate, love, want to amputate, to study, to burn, to miss and grieve? I want those pieces of you.

I want to freeze you in place until all of your ideas can be extracted and loved.

God, it would take centuries, wouldn’t it?

To siphon the good and the bad, to revel in them the way they deserve, the way you deserve.

That would take too long.

So send me a fraction, minuscule gradients, ideas long and short but never long or short enough to emphasize—life, the self, the external, the internal, space, Earth, thought, action, conscious, unconscious—importance or lack thereof.

I want a fraction of you to be a fraction of me.

Your bones and my bones made into a wind chime.

Submission Guidelines

Email: gravehypnagogia@gmail.com
*this is the best way to reach me

What to submit
- .docx for any written work or high quality .jpg for any visual artwork; for everything add a small blurb about yourself and why I should want this chunk of your brain on my dinner plate.
- Times New Roman, double-spaced, one inch margins.
- If you send a scholarly article, please make sure every source used is properly cited.
- Less than approx. 10k words (willing to have an editorial dialogue about cutting things down if you believe in it and I find that I agree).
- No AI—it is slop and I am not a hog.

How to submit
- Fill out the contact form below which emails me or you can simply cut out the middle man and email me.