Events

What needs to be composed? How do we compose? What happens when there is no composure? Are there moments we don't need to compose (work, music, ourselves, etc)?

. . . It waits in between the shadows. It watches from just out of sight. The monster. The Other. The creature haunting the peripheries, guarding the boundaries . . .

Book XI is a journal dedicated to publishing personal essays, memoir, fiction, science fiction, humor, and poetry with philosophical themes.

Our tastes are eclectic and magpie-like and we aim to publish something new every day.

How do we balance out spiritual optimism vs. spiritual pessimism? How do Friends in the 2020s look at the future?

For much of recorded history, the kitchen has been the center—the heart—of the home. Food can bring people together or tear them apart. Important conversations happen around the kitchen table, kids learn self-sufficiency, and traditions begin in this space.

Faʻafafine (translated: “in the manner of a woman”) are natal males who align with a third gender or gender role in Samoa. Gender serves as the naturalized pathway to normalcy, a position of dominance, or a source of existential angst and never-ending struggles for recognition – depending on where in the myriad, multi-layered hierarchies we find ourselves.       

We are looking for gothic poems ranging from the horrifying to the hilarious, from the uncanny to the atmospheric. We are also interested in other poems appropriate to the season and its holidays: autumn, Hallowtide, Dia De Los Meurtos.

Submissions must explore new or expanded angles to the character of Achilles: have him follow alternative paths, present different viewpoints, give deeper background, or perhaps pursue story lines that are hinted at in the original tales and poetry.

The perfect cuppa joe. The nectar of the gods. The safety liquid you hand your partner in the morning. We love the stuff, and can’t get enough.

Love, fight, fear, hunt, tame or release it into the wild – Animal is the prompt for Issue 7. Please, no cruelty to animals…and, come to think of it, no wolves.

We want to know what the bassoonist is doing instead of showing up to perform.