Welcome to Outlander. We are a digital zine highlighting the awkward, the eccentric, and the weirdly beautiful.
“Love” from Bensound
it’s i05: KILLJOY!
ABOUT THE THEME
Provoke us. String us along. Imagine that we’re your eyes and ears for this expression of anger. Nourish that rage, cradle it like you would a flame, because once your pen or pencil touches the page, we want all of this negativity gone from your system. Flush it away until the wild pulse of your heart is all that’s left, so that the only remainder is the inebriating joy that comes with your artistic expression. Because YOU did this. You took your hate and your anger and you turned it into something candid and horrible and beautiful.
Fists against the table, angry tears spilled on pillowcases, frantic messages read without response. Revisit those moments of anger and leave it all on the table.
WHAT WE’RE LOOKING FOR
Prose, poetry, personal essays, digital/traditional art, and photography.
We sort of hate rules (rulebreaking is kind of what we stand for), but we do have submission guidelines in place to make sure that we’re able to accommodate and properly review your piece!
That’s what they call her in the news one day.
The canvas painted with a pastel orange background remained seated
Jim, having spent his entire life in a tropical city,
As I sit in my apartment, I look out of the window,
Two pages into the exam and sleep begins to say hello to my eyelids
Spring is always such a wonderful time,
the moon- amidst the shadow-
dead, dying, will die.
q: what are you waiting for?
Silver sips my sad champagne,
But Bitter lights her stellar’s mane.
Don’t tell me that you didn’t like the view—
Mom welcomed me on the couch when I finally decided to return home.
The lettuce on your In-n-Out Burger was handled in-house by four distinct hands.
Anyone who knows me today would be shocked to hear it,
I was born a fat, happy bug when something cosmic charmed me gold.
Odes swabbed from my cheek, shifting between my toes,
He is coming home soon,
There was something about late night, long drives home
What excites you?
Do you remember those moments when we’d sit on swings and pretend we were flying?
What inspires you?
Take us somewhere.