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CONCENTRIC MACROSCOPE___KELLY KRUMRIE___WINTER 2026
[[COVER COMING SOON]]

Deep in the woods, the Agency has assigned a linguist to create a language to write a message which will be transmitted by a set of looming radio towers. The purpose and audience for the message are unknown to her. She grows hauntingly obsessed with her inability to complete her task as something forms within her. The sounds of the natural environment mount alongside paranoid whisperings of the nearby townspeople. And then the linguist spirals outward and begins to see macroscopically, all at once, like the concentric circles of a vibration.

Kelly Krumrie’s Concentric Macroscope is an unsettling gaze into the foundations of language. It ushers soundscape into narrative and memory, and builds a world where fog, light, and water are the surest indications of reality. The form of Krumrie's experimental style layers time and space from one sentence to the next, rendering the text as an elongated, gorgeous incantation. This form, along with the narrator’s voice and mission, is akin to what might happen at the bizarre intersection of Alain Robbe-Grillet, Jeff VanderMeer, and Silvina Ocampo. 𖣥



KELLY KRUMRIE is the author of the books No Measure and Math Class, both published by Calamari Archive. She holds a PhD in English & Literary Arts from the University of Denver and is an Assistant Professor of Creative Writing at New Mexico State University.𖣥

BEING TOWARDS DEATH___MIKE CORRAO___AUTUMN 2025


Yr wounds open like a window
Where I'm  t h r a s h i n g
In the garden’s sepulchers




"This work of unnerving beauty investigates the virtual that was always held within the cupped hand of the Decadence: the wormtrack in the lung, the skeletal hand that points the way to Paradise. Maybe Paradise is a spiky garden, maybe it's made of light, maybe a Piranesan prison, lit blue by a cathode-ray tube showing El Topo. It's always midnight in this thought. Maybe it's on its way, maybe it's doomed, maybe it's solitude, or maybe we're in it together, already, in the future, something new. What will that be. What will that have been."—JOYELLE MCSWEENEY

"Like splicing grindcore lyrics onto impossible digital sculpture sites, Being Towards Death reads like an all-monochrome minimalist RPG gassed with the aura of the iconic Unknown Pleasures logo. Mike Corrao’s uncanny knack for unpacking our present day hellscape into its component bits and bugs hits like a digital designer drug you aren’t likely to remember how to unsee." —BLAKE BUTLER

"Being Towards Death reads as a series of gorgeous glitches, doing what good poetry should always do: expose the ways we derange language and our selves through it. After reading, you'll return to the SMS messages, social media doomscrolls, and AI slop reels where our language lives today with a better sense of what's going on and how it's changing you." —AIDAN WALKER


…Within the fabric of dying capitalism, the omniscient voice emerges. It watches you, fixates on your every movement as you spiral and spill through a compound of occult, otherworldly structures that have been converted into low-income housing. In this slippery, dark realm, ideas from previous iterations of humanity are irrecoverable, undownloadable. Only fragments of language remain: textured, glitchy, unpredictable.

The voice tells you: “We are living in times of exceptional instability.” Extreme and unresolvable polarities compose the foundation of the text: collapse + creation; confusion + elation; hilarity + hypnosis; concealment + omniscience. Being Towards Death presents a cruelty severe enough to manipulate the framework of matter and life itself.

The work resists traditional genre conformity entirely. Corrao’s structural, architectonic illustrations spill over the text in designs of chaos and unrest. They act as winding roads among a landscape where language suffocates on itself, backdropped by climate anxiety, housing inequality, and poverty.

Although you’ll exit Being Towards Death, its design will stay woven inside you, gouging permanent structures into your psyche. Even after the world returns, glimmers of Corrao’s Molochian underworld still slip through its seams. 𖣥

MIKE CORRAO is the author of a number of works including the novels, Gut Text (11:11 Press) and Rituals Performed in the Absence of Ganymede (11:11 Press); the poetry collections,The Persimmon is an Event (Broken Sleep Books) and Under Reef(Onomatopee Projects); the plays Smut-Maker (Inside the Castle) and Cephalonegativity (Apocalypse Party); and the essay collection, Surface Studies (Action Books). His work blends writing and book design to explore themes of autonomy, climate anxiety, and anti-capitalism. 𖣥