L I M I N A L . S P A C E S . I S . A . M I N I M A L . S P A C E . F O R . T H E . D I S C U S S I O N . O F . A L L . T H I N G S . E N V I R O N M E N T . T H R O U G H . L I T E R A T U R E . A N D . A R T . O F . T H E . V I S U A L S

T H I N G S . A R E . L O O K I N G . A . B I T . O U T . O F BALANCE. Aren’t they? Or was it always this way? One thing dies, another finds a new niche. Plastic bags in the wind. Re-useable. No palm. It’s all ecological and sustainable and something-free. The vocabulary is new. It found a new niche. This is your platform for it.

W E . A R E . C O L L E C T I N G . F R O M . O U T E R . S P A C E . Y O U R . F I C T I O N . N O N F I C T I O N . P O E T R Y + A R T. We want a Flash Mad-Max. We want poetry that soothes. We want words that address the most pressing issues facing humans and planet earth and aliens and zombies. Words on climate change. Darkness and humor. Emotion but no mush. Sincerity. Words that address the pain of being human or alien or tree. The conflicts. The hypocrisy. The fundamentally flawed and imperfect. How to balance all of this Relativity? A thankless task? An impossible notion? Pure fancy and invention on the count of literary possibility?