Tag Archives: Booth Journal

How To Make A Magazine–Booth 4

4 Feb

Booth Cover

The Vouched Indianapolis table returned to its book-slinging duties this past Friday for the area’s monthly First Friday Art Walk, and the table had a top-notch journal addition: the latest from Booth, Butler’s lit mag. As I’ve come to expect from this crew, this new one soars out every piece to create one stellar literary robot–crisp, thoughtful design (this blue that flows through the issue, bordering pieces, illuminating excerpts, making the titles pop), a variety of types of printable art (your poetry, fiction, and essays, of course, but also also also stellar comics, drawings and new pieces to their ongoing Winesburg, Indiana series), and the turned-up quality of this work.

See: the poems by the magazine’s 2012 Poetry Prize winner (selected by Linda Gregg), Aubrey Ryan.

from “How To Make A Beginning”

Wedding gowns are hard to sink
in creeks. They float downstream

like bloated geese. They sag
in knuckled reeds along the bank.

Pretend that it’s a skin. Pretend
that it’s the slit belly of a wolf

and lay the pebbles in. […]

See: the comics, c,over art and illustrations throughout by Dustin Harbin

See: “Constance H. Wootin” by Michael Martone in the Winesburg, Indiana section

And there, there I am on my paint can stool, an egg, looking over Bart’s soft cotton shoulder. I am in profile, depicted as some antique muse, attempting to sketch the artist’s, Bart’s, own profile I alone can see. It seems I am whispering into his ear, a flash of a pearl-pink tongue, a kind of spark between the synapses, rendered between my lips. Still wet, the image glistens. I dismantle all my lenses and glasses and goggles. I lean into the point of paint, the picture closing in on me.

See: “An Essay Concerning Human Understanding” by Joshua Unikel

Cookie Monster doesn’t need to keep up appearances or save face. Though his eyes meander and bounce, his gaze is subtly fixed on what he wants. His spherical eyes sit like two dense stars above his dark ellipse of a mouth, and all of it with its gravity pulling everyone to love him. It pulls everyone into forgetting how differently they see the eyes of puppets and the eyes of people.

And this is just some snippets! Seriously, the whole thing bumps WOW. I’m putting it on my coffee table now.

Booth Trading Cards

29 May

Our pals at the local Indy literary journal, Booth, are heading to Milwaukee (which is Algonquin for “the good land”) this weekend for the Midwest Small Press Festival (O, how I wish I could join them!), and to commemorate the event, they’ve made up a stack of Booth trading cards.

They just released a sneak peak at one of them on their facebook page, and my absolute goodness, take in this beauty.

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If you’re at the Small Press Fest, you should stop by their table and pick up a packet of them.

SSM: “Pool Party” by Kim Chinquee

30 May

I was just having some tacos the other day with Booth editors Bryan Furuness and Robert Stapleton, and Bryan was talking about this story, talking about how he fought for it, how much he enjoyed the editorial process of it, pushing Chinquee to invest deeper and deeper, and how in the end, it came to be this story that pangs.

It’s awful in its early mundanity, a simple pool party, simple everyday girls going about a simple everyday summer. I knew girls like this. I knew boys like this. That sort of relating builds and twists along with an underlying pit in the stomach that nibbles and nibbles until it grows fins, and dumps the story into something awful and as much as I’d like to say unexpected, it’s not. You see this coming from miles away, a tension beneath the skin, crawling up you like goose pimples.

Gretchen and Amy and I pedal our bikes down the side street single file, our hair flying as we speed through the green light, coasting down a small hill that will take us past the railroad tracks where we’ll take a left to the house of a guy named Bunker.

Bunker is tall and almost sixteen, with brown hair, green monster eyes and a smile that is electric. His bright teeth are almost as shiny as his eyes. He’s been dating Amy since meeting her last weekend.

Some nights, Amy and Gretchen and I go to Visions—a dry dance place for teens—where we wear lots of make-up and low tops, hoping to find nice boys to dance with, in hopes of being their girlfriends. Sometimes before we go there, we drink berry wine coolers at Amy’s older sister’s.

The other night Bunker asked Amy to dance, and later they left for a walk. She told me they went to the woods and sat on a log, mosquitoes nipping their ankles, and she let his hand slip under her skirt—she said it was the first time any boy had moved his fingers inside her like that. He’d asked her to go steady, so she let him do what he wanted. He left two hickeys on the back of her neck. After that, he walked her to the curb.

Read the full story at Booth.

An observation of Nine Observations, all of which are worth considering.

1 Apr

I don’t know how I missed this one. On March 4th Booth released Nine Observations to Consider by Michael Bazzett. I love it. It’s witty and charming and sticks like peanut butter.