April 2009 Archives

So at about 4:30 one night, I was wandering the streets when a figure stepped towards me form the shadows. Her wild hair, as red as her eyes, swam around her head in a chaotic cyclone. Her clothing, made entirely of pizza boxes and bottle caps, shone with a glimmer not unlike a champagne glass under a neon sign. In one hand, a brown-bagged bottle. In the other, a sharpie. That woman taught me how to love that night, and her mark remains with me to this day.

Art time! As some of you may or may not know, the Gargoyle maintains an open submission policy. What does this mean? It means that YOU, our faithful reader, can send us the results of your favorite cerebral impulses. Be it drawings, collages, sculptures, screenplays, toothpick bridges, mumblings, complaints, meandering thoughts - they all have a place in our junk drawer... and maybe in our next issue! The following comes from one Miss Shannon Kohlitz, a dedicated fan and professional harpoon-juggler. Enjoy!

Hello dearly beloved Garg fans! We are gathered here today to mourn the passing of the printing year. Its memory, however, will live on in the hundreds of printed issues available NOW near you. So in the face of this most grim of circumstances, what more perfect a (an?) eulogy than to continue feeding you art-like things on a weekly basis ... from BEYOND the ended print year!?