I love the idea that we all share atoms.

Tests are inhuman.

It turns out languishing is my most productive posture.

I think we are all put here to teach the world the small talk of love. Or at least, have a damn good laugh.

Whenever I stop writing for any period of time I get incredibly itchy and turn the color of a lusty Elizabethan.

I just want readers to wake up, and see the world in new ways, but not in any particular direction.

One day we’re all going to be locked in battle with the shapeshifting sex arachnoids from the Andromeda Galaxy.

Weird is adjacent to dangerous, centered between dangerous and normal.

Being a writer makes all of life a mystery to almost be solved through the practice of wording.

That’s when he realized they did have something unique in Tempe: absolutely wretched pigeons.

Throughout this complex yet accessible book, nested stories, a grand celebration of art, and myriad teeth abound.

Weird is when something familiar shifts just enough that you suddenly notice the structure underneath it.

Zander’s work allows collaborators to reclaim this history and integrate their personal mythology into their understanding of themselves.

I hope that they too learn to long for liberation from the tyranny of the individualised form and to return to the singular soup of being.

Do you think about your reader? All the time. I hope they’re doing okay. Have you been taking enough time for yourself?

The stories in this issue speak directly to our weird, intuitive selves.

We editors here at Weird Lit Mag are preparing for a week of literary shenanigans.

Have you seen a ghost before? No, but I’ve smelled one.

Be intentional about the media you consume while you’re creating, and don’t be afraid of experimenting.

What really matters to me is that my work is unmistakably me.

I think absurdity is a way to retreat from the realities of the world while also shining a light on them. It’s also just fun.

I’d sit by any campfire I could find and I wouldn’t tell anyone my name.

I would be the sentient molecules of spilled beer that has calcified into the concrete floor of Baltimore punk venue Ottobar, nameless and older than time.

I think there is something like a creative force inside us. It manifests in various ways. It can be suppressed but like a water gusher, it cannot be held down.