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The Amazine is celebrating its second anniversary!
And I’m quite amazed how it has been steadily growing, ever since its humble launch, into such an incredible community of those embarking on the quest of joy and wonder & embracing the bittersweetness of our lives. I still think that, maybe, what this really comes down to is deciding over and over again to challenge the indifference and apathy of a certain world – and our own. With every question, thought, word, story, scene, sound, or anything else we cherish and create. So, yes – despite all the grief – our wonder is still very much alive and kicking.
I’m grateful beyond words to every single one who decided to join and support this community in any way, even just briefly. But a very special mention goes to my current team members and wonderful poets: thank you, my dear co-editor Mia, for all the hard and brilliant work in the last year, and a warm welcome to Amanda, our new (proof)reader!
Sending you all lots of love,
Iva
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Submissions Open
Submissions to our webzine are officially reopened!
We invite you to send us your contribution to wonder in the form of writing or visual art or basically anything up until December 2 2024.
Find the guidelines here.
In need of more inspiration? Check out our past prompts below:
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2 poems
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Am I too old to start?
by Rossana Segovia
The only thing I could see was the little flames dancing in between my mom’s hands.
In a living room full of darkness, the loud voices of my family were the main focus, singing an uncoordinated attempt of “Happy Birthday” while my mom, with a sweet smile, placed the big white cake in front of me, I stared at it for a long minute while my aunts filled their camera rolls with blurry pictures of my lost eyes, counting the number of candles firmly fixed on the cream, an amount big enough to make me worry about my achievements in life.
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Cupid’s Roundelay
by Sameen Shakya
Read More »The God of love grew sick of searching,
For his muse, sad to be lurking,
While his subjects got to loving,
He sat sordid, overthinking –
Curse the powers that be for linking,
His job with what he was missing
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Public Ledgers
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2 poems
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Miniscule Creatures; Colossal Impacts
by Quinn Ryszka
A flash of black with orange siding inches its way across the forest floor in Malaysia. An unusual sight that is almost instantly recognizable to anyone fortunate enough to have learned of this strange creature. However, it is also a new sight for many. Being initially discovered only 200 years ago, having its male counterpart discovered close to 100 years ago, and research into its diet still ongoing, the Trilobite Beetle was hiding right under our noses for around 47 million years. Believed to be a detrivore, this beetle may be part of one of the most exciting categories of insects. The bugs that rely on this unusual diet of decomposing organic matter may be small, but their impact is large. With only 35 species of insects classified as detritivores, these helpful critters get to work and take up one of the most important roles in our ecosystem: decomposition!
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A Home With No Eggshells
by Alma Ariaz
Your mother doodles
when she talks on the phone.
Read More »(You call it doodling, she calls it
scribbling. Both acts serve the same
purpose, but you sense the subtext
behind the distinction.
It isn’t quite clear.
It could not be clearer.)
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Sobriety is a marathon, not a sprint
by Lindsey Goodrow
The last day I drank was in no way remarkable. There was no epiphanous moment, nor atrocious circumstance that forced me to make the decision. It was a day like any other, when I wondered if this would be the time it finally stuck. The last day I drank had been one of many last days, another notch in a trailing belt of failed attempts.
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