"And for God's sake, don't let me ever hear you say, 'I can't read fiction. I only have time for the truth.' Fiction is the truth, fool! Ever hear of 'literature'? That means fiction too, stupid." -John Waters
Horror is where you find it! From a gunman who finds it on the open trail to a young girl on a dark road; from a crowded shopping mall to a terror filled party. You’ll never have to feel safe again... Learn More
This anthology contains twenty-three of the editors' favorite stories from The First Line, beginning with Volume 4 Issue 1 (our first perfect-bound issue) and ending with Volume 8 Issue 4 (Jeff's last issue). Learn More
The Bushwick Review #2 features short stories, poems, comics, humorous restaurant reviews, a guide to micronations, drawings, watercolors, photographs of people sitting on porches, a weaving draft sketch, a radio play script, an illustrated diagram about the cycle of pigeons, an illustrated tale about a turkey, and more. Learn More
The Dreaded Feast will act as a balm for the millions of people who face Christmastime with a mixture of dread and obligation. Whether it’s the last-minute shopping, the unappealing office party, or the prospect of more than 24 hours with family, it’s never easy. Learn More
The Filth is a collection of short stories, photos, articles, interviews, journals, and art. It’s about keeping true to yourself even when you’re down in the gutter. It’s about being strong, when you feel like the world wants to blow you away. It’s about stardust and gravel, drinking when you’re on medication, falling in love when you know it could be disastrous, jumping off the fucking cliff and hoping that someone will catch you. It’s about getting down and dirty, rough and tumble. It is about going beyond yourself and bringing in things you've always wanted, but have either been to afraid to fathom or simply weren't ready to consider, until RIGHT NOW! It’s being so sure... so sure that you can do anything.
28 full-sized pages of black and white art, fiction from the gutter, truth that will rip out your heart, poetry slippery with body fluids, the apocalypse, working girls, party fouls, and revenge.