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babe church issue 1

very special, very limited edition zine by my pals 

An Interview w/ Gina Abelkop on Birds of Lace

Great interview with my pal (and future unthinkable creatures author!) Gina about starting and editing a small press

(Source: birdsoflace, via typewritergirl)

Holiday gift ideas for little magazine lovers and those who love them

uwlittlemags:

Thinking of giving another big-box gift card to the literary person in your life? We at the Little Magazine Collection are here to help. Act now, before desperation sets in— and before these items sell out. (These also make good gifts to yourself.)

1. Anything from The Rumpus store. Really,…

this is what i spent my day doing. grateful to finally have a day off for unthinkable creatures projects. 

you can now order them! your purchase will support the production of additional chapbooks, prints, and lovely/weird paper things. 

coming soon from unthinkable creatures— holiday greetings!

coming soon from unthinkable creatures— holiday greetings!

bluehairboyman:

It is always a beatific day when one discovers Unthinkable Creatures in ones letterbox #unthinkablecreaturesWww.unthinkablecreatures.tumblr.com

<3 <3 <3

bluehairboyman:

It is always a beatific day when one discovers Unthinkable Creatures in ones letterbox #unthinkablecreatures
Www.unthinkablecreatures.tumblr.com

<3 <3 <3

UnthinkableCreatures (creaturebooks) on Twitter

unthinkable creatures has a twitter now! working on doing social media better….fits and starts.

Topside Press: autumn's KEEP MAD LYNN ALIVE fundraiser (in which a disabled queer trans woman asks for money AGAIN)

mad-lynn:

I’m reblogging this because hey: I just got out of another 24 hours in the emergency room followed by 7 days of the worst care I’ve ever received in a psychiatric institution. More hospital bills, more time off work, more community support needed. Please consider reading this again. Please consider reblogging for support. Please consider donating something (anything) to a queer in a lot of need right now (in exchange for some really neat ‘zines, short stories and never-before-seen material from yours truly - your favorite writer (mentally-ill transgender, midwest category).

mad-lynn:

Hey. Please read this. PLEASE SHARE PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG.
Hi. My name’s Madison Lynn. I’m a queer trans lady who lives in Detroit and writes short fiction, monologues and poetry. You may have read my short story “Stones Stand Still” featured in Topside Press’ The Collection or…

'cause y'know, solidarity or whatever.

Madison is a great friend of unthinkable creatures, consider helping her out in exchange for some of her brilliant texts
HEY HEY
if you want this beautiful book please pre-order it by the end of tomorrow; i need to know how many so i can start making &#8216;em
unthinkablecreatures:

 
Each month the moon wanes, shines blue.
The tip of a fingernail dug into the sky could
tarnish sanity, change reflections, freeze my blood.
Winter arrives, bringing its attendant fears and cold.
Together, inside, even beneath blankets we shake
for fear the fire will extinguish. Your fingers brush
my knee and every sound stops. From my face I shoo
all signs of distress. This season is long but spring breaks
soon. We will no longer require one another at night.
Before the flame you slip each finger slowly from a glove.
Your face shines in the kitchen, a false mask of delight.
I stay in our bed. Pray to the one hovering above.
To welcome our Savior back from the cross, you bake a cake.
 Beside you in the church pew, I memorize this ache
—from nostrums: a handbook of the unborn  
(now available for pre-order!)

HEY HEY

if you want this beautiful book please pre-order it by the end of tomorrow; i need to know how many so i can start making ‘em

unthinkablecreatures:

 

Each month the moon wanes, shines blue.

The tip of a fingernail dug into the sky could

tarnish sanity, change reflections, freeze my blood.

Winter arrives, bringing its attendant fears and cold.

Together, inside, even beneath blankets we shake

for fear the fire will extinguish. Your fingers brush

my knee and every sound stops. From my face I shoo

all signs of distress. This season is long but spring breaks

soon. We will no longer require one another at night.

Before the flame you slip each finger slowly from a glove.

Your face shines in the kitchen, a false mask of delight.

I stay in our bed. Pray to the one hovering above.

To welcome our Savior back from the cross, you bake a cake.

Beside you in the church pew, I memorize this ache

—from nostrums: a handbook of the unborn


(now
available for pre-order!)

(via unthinkablecreatures)

Her gayety seemed like jewels on a skull.: STET.

future-imaginary:

Last week I edited an amazing enthralling manuscript for the great Kari Larsen, who then said extremely kind things about me.

GOD i hope this book gets published, STAT.

psychicsycophant:

tree! i have been meaning to take a picture of your chapbook since i got it. it was a hard picture to take. the goats wanted to eat both your chapbook and my phone. the one on the left is celeste and she is my favorite goat ever ever ever. the other one is zela.
anyway, y’all, tree’s chapbook, quiet in the body, is great. 10 out of 10 goats would chew on it again.
quiet in the body is full of these quietly heartbreaking honest poems that are beautiful and true and the workbook part is really important. parts of it reminded me of The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers by Bhanu Kapil. if i read something that’s really good, it makes me want to write, and quiet in the body has led me to fill up my notebook and make some of the most substantial work on both my memoirs and recovery i’ve done in a very long time. it’s as gentle and encouraging as i think of tree. 
 

psychicsycophant:

tree! i have been meaning to take a picture of your chapbook since i got it. it was a hard picture to take. the goats wanted to eat both your chapbook and my phone. the one on the left is celeste and she is my favorite goat ever ever ever. the other one is zela.

anyway, y’all, tree’s chapbook, quiet in the body, is great. 10 out of 10 goats would chew on it again.

quiet in the body is full of these quietly heartbreaking honest poems that are beautiful and true and the workbook part is really important. parts of it reminded me of The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers by Bhanu Kapil. if i read something that’s really good, it makes me want to write, and quiet in the body has led me to fill up my notebook and make some of the most substantial work on both my memoirs and recovery i’ve done in a very long time. it’s as gentle and encouraging as i think of tree.

 

future-imaginary:

if you’re in gainesville this weekend, check out unthinkable creatures and other sweet local vendors at flea for all!
i’m making patches and prints today

future-imaginary:

if you’re in gainesville this weekend, check out unthinkable creatures and other sweet local vendors at flea for all!

i’m making patches and prints today

unthinkablecreatures:

 
Each month the moon wanes, shines blue.
The tip of a fingernail dug into the sky could
tarnish sanity, change reflections, freeze my blood.
Winter arrives, bringing its attendant fears and cold.
Together, inside, even beneath blankets we shake
for fear the fire will extinguish. Your fingers brush
my knee and every sound stops. From my face I shoo
all signs of distress. This season is long but spring breaks
soon. We will no longer require one another at night.
Before the flame you slip each finger slowly from a glove.
Your face shines in the kitchen, a false mask of delight.
I stay in our bed. Pray to the one hovering above.
To welcome our Savior back from the cross, you bake a cake.
 Beside you in the church pew, I memorize this ache

&#8212;from nostrums: a handbook of the unborn  
(now available for pre-order!)

unthinkablecreatures:

 

Each month the moon wanes, shines blue.

The tip of a fingernail dug into the sky could

tarnish sanity, change reflections, freeze my blood.

Winter arrives, bringing its attendant fears and cold.

Together, inside, even beneath blankets we shake

for fear the fire will extinguish. Your fingers brush

my knee and every sound stops. From my face I shoo

all signs of distress. This season is long but spring breaks

soon. We will no longer require one another at night.

Before the flame you slip each finger slowly from a glove.

Your face shines in the kitchen, a false mask of delight.

I stay in our bed. Pray to the one hovering above.

To welcome our Savior back from the cross, you bake a cake.

Beside you in the church pew, I memorize this ache

—from nostrums: a handbook of the unborn


(now
available for pre-order!)

babe church issue 1

very special, very limited edition zine by my pals 

An Interview w/ Gina Abelkop on Birds of Lace

Great interview with my pal (and future unthinkable creatures author!) Gina about starting and editing a small press

(Source: birdsoflace, via typewritergirl)

Holiday gift ideas for little magazine lovers and those who love them

uwlittlemags:

Thinking of giving another big-box gift card to the literary person in your life? We at the Little Magazine Collection are here to help. Act now, before desperation sets in— and before these items sell out. (These also make good gifts to yourself.)

1. Anything from The Rumpus store. Really,…

this is what i spent my day doing. grateful to finally have a day off for unthinkable creatures projects. 

you can now order them! your purchase will support the production of additional chapbooks, prints, and lovely/weird paper things. 

coming soon from unthinkable creatures&#8212; holiday greetings!

coming soon from unthinkable creatures— holiday greetings!

bluehairboyman:

It is always a beatific day when one discovers Unthinkable Creatures in ones letterbox #unthinkablecreaturesWww.unthinkablecreatures.tumblr.com

&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3

bluehairboyman:

It is always a beatific day when one discovers Unthinkable Creatures in ones letterbox #unthinkablecreatures
Www.unthinkablecreatures.tumblr.com

<3 <3 <3

"there’s such a rhythm to birth. The breath and pulse and contractions and movement. Intervals of noise and silence…." Interview with Valerie Wetlaufer

I emailed with Dr. Valerie Wetlaufer this morning about her chapbook nostrums: a handbook of the unbornher work as a doula, and the relationship between birth culture and writing poetry. 

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UnthinkableCreatures (creaturebooks) on Twitter

unthinkable creatures has a twitter now! working on doing social media better….fits and starts.

Topside Press: autumn's KEEP MAD LYNN ALIVE fundraiser (in which a disabled queer trans woman asks for money AGAIN)

mad-lynn:

I’m reblogging this because hey: I just got out of another 24 hours in the emergency room followed by 7 days of the worst care I’ve ever received in a psychiatric institution. More hospital bills, more time off work, more community support needed. Please consider reading this again. Please consider reblogging for support. Please consider donating something (anything) to a queer in a lot of need right now (in exchange for some really neat ‘zines, short stories and never-before-seen material from yours truly - your favorite writer (mentally-ill transgender, midwest category).

mad-lynn:

Hey. Please read this. PLEASE SHARE PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG.
Hi. My name’s Madison Lynn. I’m a queer trans lady who lives in Detroit and writes short fiction, monologues and poetry. You may have read my short story “Stones Stand Still” featured in Topside Press’ The Collection or…

'cause y'know, solidarity or whatever.

Madison is a great friend of unthinkable creatures, consider helping her out in exchange for some of her brilliant texts
HEY HEY
if you want this beautiful book please pre-order it by the end of tomorrow; i need to know how many so i can start making &#8216;em
unthinkablecreatures:

 
Each month the moon wanes, shines blue.
The tip of a fingernail dug into the sky could
tarnish sanity, change reflections, freeze my blood.
Winter arrives, bringing its attendant fears and cold.
Together, inside, even beneath blankets we shake
for fear the fire will extinguish. Your fingers brush
my knee and every sound stops. From my face I shoo
all signs of distress. This season is long but spring breaks
soon. We will no longer require one another at night.
Before the flame you slip each finger slowly from a glove.
Your face shines in the kitchen, a false mask of delight.
I stay in our bed. Pray to the one hovering above.
To welcome our Savior back from the cross, you bake a cake.
 Beside you in the church pew, I memorize this ache
—from nostrums: a handbook of the unborn  
(now available for pre-order!)

HEY HEY

if you want this beautiful book please pre-order it by the end of tomorrow; i need to know how many so i can start making ‘em

unthinkablecreatures:

 

Each month the moon wanes, shines blue.

The tip of a fingernail dug into the sky could

tarnish sanity, change reflections, freeze my blood.

Winter arrives, bringing its attendant fears and cold.

Together, inside, even beneath blankets we shake

for fear the fire will extinguish. Your fingers brush

my knee and every sound stops. From my face I shoo

all signs of distress. This season is long but spring breaks

soon. We will no longer require one another at night.

Before the flame you slip each finger slowly from a glove.

Your face shines in the kitchen, a false mask of delight.

I stay in our bed. Pray to the one hovering above.

To welcome our Savior back from the cross, you bake a cake.

Beside you in the church pew, I memorize this ache

—from nostrums: a handbook of the unborn


(now
available for pre-order!)

(via unthinkablecreatures)

Her gayety seemed like jewels on a skull.: STET.

future-imaginary:

Last week I edited an amazing enthralling manuscript for the great Kari Larsen, who then said extremely kind things about me.

GOD i hope this book gets published, STAT.

psychicsycophant:

tree! i have been meaning to take a picture of your chapbook since i got it. it was a hard picture to take. the goats wanted to eat both your chapbook and my phone. the one on the left is celeste and she is my favorite goat ever ever ever. the other one is zela.
anyway, y’all, tree’s chapbook, quiet in the body, is great. 10 out of 10 goats would chew on it again.
quiet in the body is full of these quietly heartbreaking honest poems that are beautiful and true and the workbook part is really important. parts of it reminded me of The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers by Bhanu Kapil. if i read something that’s really good, it makes me want to write, and quiet in the body has led me to fill up my notebook and make some of the most substantial work on both my memoirs and recovery i’ve done in a very long time. it’s as gentle and encouraging as i think of tree. 
 

psychicsycophant:

tree! i have been meaning to take a picture of your chapbook since i got it. it was a hard picture to take. the goats wanted to eat both your chapbook and my phone. the one on the left is celeste and she is my favorite goat ever ever ever. the other one is zela.

anyway, y’all, tree’s chapbook, quiet in the body, is great. 10 out of 10 goats would chew on it again.

quiet in the body is full of these quietly heartbreaking honest poems that are beautiful and true and the workbook part is really important. parts of it reminded me of The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers by Bhanu Kapil. if i read something that’s really good, it makes me want to write, and quiet in the body has led me to fill up my notebook and make some of the most substantial work on both my memoirs and recovery i’ve done in a very long time. it’s as gentle and encouraging as i think of tree.

 

future-imaginary:

if you’re in gainesville this weekend, check out unthinkable creatures and other sweet local vendors at flea for all!
i’m making patches and prints today

future-imaginary:

if you’re in gainesville this weekend, check out unthinkable creatures and other sweet local vendors at flea for all!

i’m making patches and prints today

unthinkablecreatures:

 
Each month the moon wanes, shines blue.
The tip of a fingernail dug into the sky could
tarnish sanity, change reflections, freeze my blood.
Winter arrives, bringing its attendant fears and cold.
Together, inside, even beneath blankets we shake
for fear the fire will extinguish. Your fingers brush
my knee and every sound stops. From my face I shoo
all signs of distress. This season is long but spring breaks
soon. We will no longer require one another at night.
Before the flame you slip each finger slowly from a glove.
Your face shines in the kitchen, a false mask of delight.
I stay in our bed. Pray to the one hovering above.
To welcome our Savior back from the cross, you bake a cake.
 Beside you in the church pew, I memorize this ache

&#8212;from nostrums: a handbook of the unborn  
(now available for pre-order!)

unthinkablecreatures:

 

Each month the moon wanes, shines blue.

The tip of a fingernail dug into the sky could

tarnish sanity, change reflections, freeze my blood.

Winter arrives, bringing its attendant fears and cold.

Together, inside, even beneath blankets we shake

for fear the fire will extinguish. Your fingers brush

my knee and every sound stops. From my face I shoo

all signs of distress. This season is long but spring breaks

soon. We will no longer require one another at night.

Before the flame you slip each finger slowly from a glove.

Your face shines in the kitchen, a false mask of delight.

I stay in our bed. Pray to the one hovering above.

To welcome our Savior back from the cross, you bake a cake.

Beside you in the church pew, I memorize this ache

—from nostrums: a handbook of the unborn


(now
available for pre-order!)

"there’s such a rhythm to birth. The breath and pulse and contractions and movement. Intervals of noise and silence…." Interview with Valerie Wetlaufer

About:

a handbound chapbook press based out of Gainesville, Florida. for information or to submit a manuscript, email kristen.e.stone@gmail.com. titles are available on etsy.

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