Monsters in the Woods We moved to a place where there’s monsters in the woods: Roosters in the shape of giraffes (rooraffes), a wendigo with a strawberry pink coat. They’re unsettling, manageable, except for one. That one is me. Not metaphorically, no this one wears my face. She stares at me from the clearing in the backyard, surrounded by a wall of trees. Maybe it’d be fine if it was only at night, (it wouldn’t) but I see them during the day. No one makes comments on them, e

A conversation between your childhood fear and your biggest fear now. What do they look like, sound like? Do they get along? Are they protective of you or seek to hurt you? A renowned artist (does not matter their preferred medium—painting, sculpture, writing) is being hounded to make something new, yet suddenly they can only draw, create, or write the same thing over and over again; there may be small distinctions but it is the same every time. What is it that they are creat

The written word, the drawn image, the meticulously researched conclusion. These, made by others or myself, have built me, gifted me with the eyes to see the beauty in what I fear, the loss I have felt, and the obsessions with which I could never part. This magazine is a love letter to such creativity. This magazine is a love letter to fear. Fear is most of me, it infests every moment, is the genesis or reckoning of every other emotion; yet I am not unhappy as a result becaus