Intentionally or not, the first issue of this submission-driven literary zine reveals an inclination toward the surreal and disconcerting. There’s the opening story, an unsettling jolt of sort-of-sci-fi weirdness involving sentient fungi, and the brief blip of prose describing a face transformed into quivering goo. There are the scribbly line drawings of deformed beings that punctuate the text. Of course, there are also some short personal essays and meditations on regular old topics like self-worth and creativity, so I can’t just go imposing the weird mood that first story put me in on everything. Yeesh. Not too bad, all in all, though some entries are far stronger than others (as tends to happen with these kinds of zines). –Indiana Laub (Eggy’s Dead, [email protected])