May 2021 | Issue #9



We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection. —Anaïs Nin
April 2021 | Issue #8



The line of words fingers your own heart. It invades arteries, and enters the heart on a flood of breath; it presses the moving rims of thick valves; it palpates the dark muscle strong as horses, feeling for something, it knows not what. —Annie Dillard
March 2021 | Issue #7
My sufferings are part of my self and my art. —Edvard Munch
February 2021 | Issue #6



There is just no escaping the fact that there is a tight relationship between the words we use, the type of thoughts we can think, and what we can believe to be true about the world. —Sam Harris
January 2021 | Issue #5



Above all, don’t forget. Commit everything – each blade of grass, each teary-eyed child, each unmarked grave – to memory. Then when you survive and are older, tell your story. —Andrew Lam
December 2020 | Issue #4



I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others. —Sherwood Anderson
November 2020 | Issue #3
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. —J.R.R. Tolkien
Editor’s Note
Makers
“Sickly Sweet Companion”
October 2020 | Issue #2



Writing is a form of prayer. —Franz Kafka
September 2020 | Issue #1



Listen to me. All of writing is a huge lake. There are great rivers that feed the lake, like Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. And there are mere trickles, like Jean Rhys. All that matters is feeding the lake. I don’t matter. The lake matters. You must keep feeding the lake. —Jean Rhys
Editor’s Note
Makers
Author Q&A with Jefferson Navicky
February 2020 – Sample Issue


