This is a current project and a work in progress. The idea is to produce a periodical erotic/surreal/satirical zine, with two or three editions being produced per year.
While most of the work in the first edition will be my work, I will be including guest contributors with the hope that the zine will eventually be an art/culture zine full of the work of guest contributors.
If you would like to contribute work or even sponsor the zine, please contact me at email@example.com
Laura, pocket sized and wearing
practical white cotton knickers
snug, practical, never to let her down
just like the ones granny used to buy her
now left neatly folded in a drawer
abandoned, like an adolescent's angst filled diary
for flimsy triangles of tissue cloth
bikini briefs, hipsters, French cut, thongs
or more kink and perversion on request
they once told me they gon 'call me a whore anyway
I read on her instagram
the first line drawn, you follow it like a thread
from when the first caveman eyed the first cavewoman
did he feel the beast inside, well up through knotted gut
and disperse his modicum of abstract thought
then take a charcoal from the fire, did he begin to draw
those parts of her that interested him most
that displayed her fecundity, breasts, rump and thigh
'Slow down. You're driving like an arsehole.' Remarked Lucinda. Aware should she emphasise her concern too strongly she would only urge me on to greater speed. I carried on regardless but kept at a steady speed. I had no intention of losing control of the car, end up off the road and prove her right. We ploughed on into the storm. My nerves were alight as I drove on the edge of my skill. I felt like my whole body was glowing and was being charged up by the electric in the air.
'Take your clothes off.' I demanded. Not knowing myself where the command came from.
'What?!' She looked at me with a sour face 'You must be mad'
'I said. Take your clothes off.' I repeated the command, trying hard not to lose my temper.
'No.' She said as she returned to staring blankly at the windscreen.
I'm a cat on a mat that will scratch
a stretch of chewing gum, my belly
taut between rib and hip, elongated limbs
tipped with protracted claws, I'm sure
he sees this as my come and take me pose
an invitation for him to fall into my arms
but I'll hook him with my claws, toy with him
like a captured bird to a playful cat
before it becomes irritable and bored
slaps its prey with a paw, then dispatches it
with a single bite to the neck