Inklings Fall 2019

Dear reader,
Hello! You’ve stumbled upon an
Inklings in its wild habitat. Don’t
worry, you’re allowed to keep this one
at no additional cost but the cupped
space between your own hands.
These pages are yours to share or
shred or cling to. We’re honored that
you’ve tipped your senses our way.
Inklings has always been a purveyor
of the weird and eclectic, and this
issue is no exception. Enquire
within for tactile surrealism, strange
portraiture, gentle bovine friends,
and unnerving encounters. Summer
as ghostly. Apple snacking as slow
horror. There has been many a
rumor floating around the acornriddled
streets as to whether or not
volume 23 issue 1 is the Inklings
teeth issue—a delightful conspiracy,
dear reader, that I can only further
mythologize. There’s no denying
that 2019 has warranted, even
necessitated, our fangs and claws—
grinning and grimaced, bared and
braced. It has been a feral sort of
year, but also a radically tender one.