» majenta vol. 3, no. 1 dedicated to the million shades of orange reflected in her wide & wishing eyes and the 1 in 50 honest cops…

» Though majenta is currently exclusively digital we expect the same level of etiquette a print magazine receives. We strongly encourage submissions of any material appropriate to…

» Preramble Well, well, well… Putting together the first online edition was enough to drive me to drink. It was a short drive. How do…

» over a year apart. how do we stand it? do you suffer it too? it’s raining tonight. can you believe it? middle of winter…

» Time again to regale you with my wit. To sweep you off your feet with my genius of prose and clarity of thought. But…

» [Ed: to be placed when our typist’s paycheck clears.]            

» There’s so much talk. Do you remember that feeling that a conversation could give you when you were fifteen? Utter frustration or elation. Chasing…

» for the last four weeks i have been panicking over this column and the lateness of the second issue and the multiple typographical and…

» Puxa! Number four, the year’s end. Who would’ve thought I’d last another year? Winter is upon us. In an effort to make this issue…

» It’s been a sad life. People sometimes accuse me of hating The Spice Girls because they’re popular; of hating Keanu Reeves because he’s so…

» I had this great idea—we could play a game I’d heard about involving three drinks and two tabs of acid, then off we went…

» Note: Fiction. Similarities? You’re fuckin’ paranoid. Dearest Jennifer, Ran into David at Jack’s. I was with Clay, David was hitting on Tanya. Shoos Clay…

» Scoping out the donut aisle at the 7-11 is always a rewarding experience. The glazed, the powdered, the jelly-stuffed—they sometimes put me in a…

» THERE ARE THOSE FEW SLEEPLESS NIGHTS YOU LOOK FORWARD TO- LIKE THOSE YOU SPEND WRITHING, CATERWAULING, SURGING—YOUR BODY WARPING FROM THE FRICTION BETWEEN YOU…

» If the essence of culture is to rely increasingly on technology then our concentration should turn to efficiency and not convenience—we’ve heard this and…

» My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat. My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to…

» BatNeil, the sequel Barnaby Fell, as goes the pen name, has developed and refined a decidedly deliberately unrefined pen-name, and visa versa, as you…

» K., a dark haired, mysteriously handsome man with suspicious eyes, is being taken away from his apartment by LOCAL AUTHORITIES. (Note to composer: bouncy,…

» 10:10 pm      This relief staff arrived ten minutes late; swing shift was already an hour gone, say the residents. 10:30    …

» Dear Miss Lonelyhearts: Today my shit went sour. I got screwed out of a few hours pay that I’d worked because my boss is…

» Sandra and Travis were two awkward counselors working for two different homes for disturbed children run by the same company. They’d been dating for…

» Bobby Rodrigez was wrangling at the Redhook Rodeo. Suddenly, his son, Cesar, settled his plans to spend his summer as some kind of rodeo…

» My American friend Henry fucked Irma, Carmen, Sandra, Claudia, Selena. Then Teresa, (another) Selena, Monica; and I’d been seeing the second Selena right up…

» #1) In the Army now! A protector of freedoms that I have no more. #2) Told to show respect. Spittle on my hairless head....