EDITORS CHOICE —

a selection from issues we’ve produced.

TAKE TWO!

THE SIGNS AS… LINES OF POETRY

featured in issue 20

aries: CHARLES BAUDELAIRE, Flowers of Evil:

you’d entertain the universe in bed, foul woman; ennui makes you mean of soul. 

taurus: DANTE ALIGHIERI, The Divine Comedy:

But when you walk once more where life is sweet, bring me, I beg, to others in remembrance. 

gemini: FREDERICO GARCIA LLORCA, Selected Poems:

Even the white stone may pulse in the blood of a stag / and the stag have its dream in the eyes of a stallion.

cancer: PABLO NERUDA, Extravagaria:

For you I’m keeping these wild loves / who will weave the spring, who are strangers to weeping. 

leo: PERCY SHELLEY, Selected Poetry:

Odours, when sweet violets sicken / Live within the sense they quicken. 

virgo: MARY OLIVER, Felicity:

What is your heart doing now? “Remembering. Remembering!”

libra: T.S. ELIOT, The Waste Land and Other Poems:

We who were living are now dying / With a little patience

scorpio: JOHN KEATS, Selected Poems and Letters:

then on the shore / Of the wide world I stand alone, and think / Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. 

sagittarius: RAINER MARIA RILKE, The Duino Elegies & Sonnets to Orpheus:

Inside the Double World / all voices become / eternally mild. 

capricorn: FARIHA RÓISÍN, to cure a ghost:

tail between my legs, i’ve always been shameless in my agony,

aquarius: RICHARD SIKEN, Crush:

Things happens all the time; things happen every minute / that have nothing to do with us. 

pisces: SAUL WILLIAMS, , said the shotgun to the head:

i dare not keep what i reap / i am only fishing / for momentary companionship 

an open letter on the romance we want in 2020

from the desk of the editors, featured in issue 25 (our one year anniversary!)

“celibacy is magic. do you know how much more magic power i have now that i have time to talk to the moon instead of worrying about a dick in my mouth?” - alice

it’s been a weird year full of weird interactions with the desirable sort, and in 2020 we have decided that we would like to return to the romantic era of romance. i no longer want to be pursued indecently. i want anyone who touches me to inch away as if they’ve been burned. suitable forms of courting include: flowers, handwritten love letters, a puppy (please coordinate with other suitors to ensure our offices are not overcome with animals.) and weed.  i want a slow burn that causes me physical agony, because agony is transferable to art, and if i can get ahead of that curve, great art is gonna happen without the physical pain. not to be like, cliche and thoroughly weird getting into it about our separate intimate lives but we’re pursing celibacy with our whole asses out. AGNG is officially a nunnery and we are living vicariously, because at least for the time being we’re over dating. i want books in my mailbox and silent face-timing and detailed phone calls and updates on your pets. kiss me thru the phone.

DISCIPLES OF THE ZODIAC

our virgo season playlist

featured in issue 14

U & I - the neighbourhood

discipline - nine inch nails

video games - lana del rey

arsonist’s lullaby - hozier

heartbeat - childish gambino

me & my dog - boygenius

fool’s paradise - birthday boy

cocoa hooves - glass animals

in your room - depeche mode

st. jude - florence + the machine

constant headache - joyce manor

GOTH BITCH CHOKE ME!

featured in issue 3

what to do

with the bile rising in my throat, predecessor

to that which chokes me, predecessor to that which

curls its fingers around precocious throat

and promises love

necessity and duty being a lie

a force fed flavor

two shades shy of atrocious