When I received my stack of magazines to review this month, Weave felt the best in my hands. It’s a smaller journal, thin and light-weight, but that’s not all that separates it from “the big boys.” Weave opens its sixth issue with a stitched in supplement called The Clothesline. Here’s what founding editor Laura E. Davis has to say about it:
With electronic publishing on the rise, Weave remains committed to print. Inspired by artist deona fish’s cover piece, we are thrilled to feature the work of five contributors in The Clothesline. We hope that the textures you experience here, and in the rest of the issue, will continue to inspire.
The content within The Clothesline propels the reader into the issue with fine work such as Sarah Machinak’s poem “My Seventeenth Birthday”:
On this day, while bathing,
I inhale a strand
of seaweed fermented.
When the princess fish, eyes wide,
I swallow her.
Beyond its supplement, this issue offers an accessible mix of prose and poetry. For instance, J.P. Dancing Bear’s poem “Nocturne”:
Yet it is that hand
like a feather arcing under the dome
of the Milky Way, I sense will shift
my sight to the slower birds
moving in the blackness, the unstarred
night that surrounds you more than I.
And Stephen Langlois’ short story “Burglar:
He felt the sort of queasy pleasure he used to feel when his buddy Greg St. Peter would sleep over and they’d sneak downstairs to watch reruns of Real Sex and Taxicab Confessions on mute. Isaac would be forced to start up a running commentary about the strippers or orgy enthusiasts on the TV in order to keep his buddy from nodding off, talking louder the deeper Greg sunk into slumber, though hopefully not loud enough to wake his parents.
Weave is a great example of how an independent print magazine can succeed. Subscribe, submit, find a comfortable place to devour and enjoy.