JUNK DRAWER is a prompt-based art and literary magazine that aims
to both showcase what artists can produce when baited and to praise the tangential nature of creativity.
We are so inspired by the contributorsâ€™ interpretations of these prompts and hope that their work encourages readers to create something of their own. Feel very free to check the prompts at the end of each issue and send your arts our way. Thanks for giving a shit! Yours,
No part of this magazine may be used or reproduced without permission from the artists. For more information, contact email@example.com Cover art by Casey Oâ€™Brien
I graduated from MIAD with a BFA in Illustration and was most fortunate to know by the age of five that I wanted to be an artist. By the age of 6 I knew I wanted to make books with my art. My deepest fascination in art and life are the universal stories that bind us. My medium of choice is watercolor or mixed media with watercolor, crayon, ink and paper. www.aaronboydart.blogspot.com AMELINDA BURICH
canâ€™t commit to one form of expression so she is spending her life writing, drawing, painting, dancing, acting, writing and performing music, and daydreaming.
is a painter, illustrator, and photographer who was encouraged by her mother at the age of 7 to make documentaries of her gerbils and/or to create soap operas where she would play the essential role of Qtip the (musician) Priest. instagram.com/dnellls
Dreamer by day & engineering designer by day job. Insomniac creative & inventive time waster by night. Nap enthusiast by necessity. Assembled all submissions with bits & pieces found in a single issue of National Geographic (March 1995) and B&W acrylic paint. instagram.com/cosmicdoge
writes, mostly about water and mirrors and smoochin’. She is currently out on loan to South Carolina where she’s letting the red dye grow out of her hair, trying not to get hit by cars, and wondering what the pullquotes of her life will be when it’s all said and done. brocasarea.webflow.io/ RACHEL SANDERS
lives in New Orleans, Baltimore, Milwaukee and some places in between, mostly a visual artist, loves to play the drums, loves swimming laps and really enjoys laughing. www.rachsanders.com
R U S T A N Y WAY
TAMAG OTC H I “After the pet is born, it will have physiological and psychological needs. The pet will grow up smoothly on condition that the master has satisfied its needs in time. If the master has carefully tended it, the pet can grow up to 20 years of age and it will in the end sorrowfully say ‘Bye Bye’ to you.”
tonight I got drunk & ordered a Tamagotchi & immediately freaked out because I’m not ready but Savannah said she thinks I’ll be a great mom and I laughed about what 30 looks like these days & thanked the heavens for the 2000s and how they stretched out a woman’s timeline now I can rust any way I want RUST ANYWAY
A TRUE I
YOU T R I ED TO M AKE M E F EEL G OO D
I We drove to Cousins to split a 15” sub. I cried to myself in your mom’s car because Little Spacey came on. We walked side by side in the rain down Holy Hill and I wanted to make out in the secret little shack. I think anyone else would’ve been making out and that’s what I thought all summer. It was nice to drink tea in your clothes and sleep on your living room couch where you slept right beside me on the floor. In the morning you put your fingers between my tingling hand because I woke up with sleeping limbs and you wanted to make me feel good. But that would be another day we would not kiss and another day we would have a long hug goodbye in a car and another day I would leave you feeling so empty inside.
II I told you you were my first positive sexual experience since before I was raped and you said itâ€™s hard for you to know I feel strongly for you. I thought about our teeth clinking together in a sopping wet tent and sitting in the tall grass along the river and looking panel by panel at Golda Meirâ€™s mural we deemed the best piece of art in Milwaukee. I would go home after long bike rides across and under the interstate and write about how confused I was. My summer became our summer but like all seasons do it faded.
M I L D , MOV I N G
some days, September, my shadow gets ahead of me and I can see you in that mild, moving dark, like ‘hey, how’ve you been?’ and I’m like, ‘good!’ for whatever reason and then I spend hours walking mile after flowerless mile across the page, pulling hitchhikers out of poems that weren’t supposed to be about you.
T H E X - R AY U N D E R S
S T A N D S M E RBEECTKTLEERS S A S W E A R E
RECKLESS AS WE ARE
RECKLESS AS WE ARE
AN 8 O N I T S S I D E
I identify not with Old Yeller or his owners playing god but with rabies itself sickness itself chanting at the burial it’s not my fault it’s no body’s fault
RECKLESS AS WE ARE
RECKLESS AS WE ARE
ED I TO R ’S PL AY LI S T
R U S T AN Y WAY
You’re the Best - Wet Wonder - Valley Maker Bored + Lazy - Jamaican Queens F L OW ER L ES S M I LE
Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains) - Arcade Fire Busy Earnin’ - Jungle Relay Runner - Loma R EC K L ES S AS W E A RE
Ascension - Gorillaz, Vince Staples Calm It Down - Sisyphus Party Like Your Heart Hurts - Rubblebucket
SU BM ISSIO NS F O R S U M M E R 2 0 1 9 D EAD L I NE M AY 1
JU N K D R AW ER M AG AZ I N E@ G M AI L . CO M
Capable Of Eerie Things Half The Birds The Hundred Hallways
Jerks need not apply.
Spring 2019 Issue of Junk Drawer Magazine, a prompt-based literary and art magazine.