Comp zine call out: Bursting Like a Pomegranate
I want to start a compilation zine of writings about relationship stuff that people don't feel comfortable publishing under their own names.
The name comes from a line in The House of Bernarda Alba, a play by Federico García Lorca. I don't have the play handy, so I can't verify that that's how it goes. One edition I found online has it as "My breast's bitter, bursting like a pomegranate. I love him!"
Anyway, I want to create a comfortable outlet for people to express the things that are threatening to explode inside them if they don't get out. This is meant to be sort of a confessional about love, sex, and whatever all you want to talk about. Deadline--March 15th? Let me know if that's a problem.
Send questions and contributions (prose and art) to leslzine at gmail dot youknow. Feel free to create an anonymous address if you don't want even me to know who you are. My postal address is 521 E. 5th St., #1D if you prefer to mail your submission. NYC. 10009. I do not promise to print what you send.