From the editors note:
"You are not Ezra Pound, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Orson Welles, or Modigliani. But you don’t need to be."
Ink is an important theme for me. It is the primordial ooze from which all writers are born. We are tattooed by it, religiously, spiritually, romantically and solipsistically, across thousands of cultures. It fuelled the engines of my favourite authors. It has created documents that have changed history. It is the blood of the universe.
This issue contains Kerouacean sprawls of wild manuscript extracts, newly mentored writers with a penchant for the elaborate, film noir with a feminine twist, transethinic tanning salons in cyberpunk dystopias, and a man cutting out his own heart. Even the ink is alive in this volume. It breathes.
All money raised from Esoterica goes into an art fund curated and cared for by me, the editor, Nathan T. Dean. This fund fuels art projects both local to the editor and global, so share your ink-blessed love.