Welcome to Outlander. We are a digital zine highlighting the awkward, the eccentric, and the weirdly beautiful.
“Love” from Bensound
ABOUT THE THEME
A glint of a knife under the fog of whispered secrets, questionable characters casting shadows in the veil of dark, a game with no winning hand, a flick of a wrist to reveal towers upon towers of spare change, the only right price for the purchase of silence. We’re all liars and cheaters here, faceless and free.
Welcome to the world of INCOGNITO.
WHAT WE’RE LOOKING FOR
Poetry, prose, 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!
I don’t recall when I first realized that I was myself,
brass knuckles and bruised cheeks,
how many secrets can we keep?
Here we are, at this same desk where I once worked from eight ‘til two
Please don’t read this because I don’t know what these words are.
Callisto was in love.
Energy pulsates through the vicinity in
suck the poison out the wound
Snapping the cider can
rings the fondness
We wane to invisible amongst a crowd of thousands.
you will be plucked from the forest one day: arid wind
You stand in the mirror, supermodel posing, as I watch from the bed.
I am embarrassed to be an American tourist.
The first leaves quietly.
I did not love myself for a very long time.
She had found the seashells by accident.
I ran into you in the halls the other day.
I fill the void with more work.
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.
What makes you angry?
The fleeting joy of summer.