by Émilie Galindo
Read More »The blue bite of mild mornings always churn childhood chimes
by Rossana Segovia
First, remind your teacher at a United States boarding school that guacamole is not just enjoyed in the Super Bowl but is also a nurturing dish you eat back home every day.
Read More »We proudly present another amazine poetry reading!
Our wonderful contributor Stacie Eirich reads her poems Earth Mother, Our Hearts a Chrysalis & Tenderness, published on The Amazine in June and August 2024.
Give it a listen below ❤
Read More »by Hisholore
My life’s becoming a looping eclipse
Cold, humid, and frozen at its temples
Faltering away from the noise
Quiet, silent, lifeless, and dull
However, it’s become quite morbid recently
Echoing, loud, and beating with angst
It is wrong to expect a reward for your struggles. The reward is the act of struggle itself, not what you win. Even though you can’t expect to defeat the absurdity of the world, you must make the attempt. That’s morality, that’s religion, that’s art, that’s life.
– Phil Ochs, as quoted in The Complete Phil Ochs: Chords of Fame (1978) by Almo publications
Read More »To accompany your writing or just get the juices going, now that our submissions are (finally) open, we created the ultimate bittersweet playlist (… or almost) ! We could probably keep adding songs till infinity, but here are some more or less obvious ones that immediately came to our minds when we were contemplating the mood of this project.
Give it a listen below and comment / message us suggestions of your own!
Read More »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
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:
Read More »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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