zig zag

the course through adolescence;
bent, crooked, running.
simply put: not straight.
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Issue 5: WARMTH

It’s the golden hour. The sun kisses our fingertips. The sun, about to sink over the horizon, lingers awhile to watch us glow. Every smile, every angle gleams. In a world full of darkness, we are the light. The heat is radiating, and we are radiant. It’s our time now.

check out our submission guidelines and submit to zigzagsubmissions@gmail.com 

Issue 5: WARMTH
It’s the golden hour. The sun kisses our fingertips. The sun, about to sink over the horizon, lingers awhile to watch us glow. Every smile, every angle gleams. In a world full of darkness, we are the light. The heat is radiating, and...

ISSUE 4 // LINK

LINK: a zine about platonic love

When you look back on this time, you’ll call it the summer of love. The summer of best friends. The summer of late nights and later mornings. The summer of coffee runs. The summer of the movies on a Wednesday afternoon. The summer of wildflower loving.

The people that know you best and love you anyway.

Submissions are open now through August 31. Submission guidelines can be found here

ISSUE 4 // LINK
LINK: a zine about platonic love
When you look back on this time, you’ll call it the summer of love. The summer of best friends. The summer of late nights and later mornings. The summer of coffee runs. The summer of the movies on a...

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ISSUE THREE: IN//DEPENDENCE

We the people. We the margins and the ink stains. We the first draft of history. We who watch for the dawning of a new era. We who wait. We the parts and the whole, body and silence.

We the people. We the jigsawed. We the masses, the marchers, the hands-up. One and un-invisible.

Submissions are welcome now through February 28. More information about submissions HERE.

ONLY FIVE DAYS LEFT TO SUBMIT TO ISSUE 3

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“ ISSUE THREE: IN//DEPENDENCE
We the people. We the margins and the ink stains. We the first draft of history. We who watch for the dawning of a new era. We who wait. We the parts and the whole, body and silence.
We the people. We the...
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