We are crows. We are vultures. We are raccoons and hyenas and coyotes, golden jackals, bald-faced hornets, red-bellied piranhas and wolves. A scavenger feeds on carrion, dead plant material, refuse; we search for and collect discarded items; we clean up your streets. In a world dominated by gluttony, we are here to pick up the scraps. Give us your tiny little whispers, your howls, your gasps. Give us the ugly parts, the true parts, the things you think no one will have any use for. We have use for them. They are sustenance. They are life. Give us the weird art you think no one will love, the almost stories, the things you don’t know what to do with but can’t bear to toss in the trash.
Scavengers publishes works of hybridity, experimental, fragmentary or flash. We publish art, comics and mixed media images. We don’t define these things, instead we want you to show us what these words mean to you. Send us your proems, your friction, your flessays, your fabricated genres or forms.
Scavengers 1.2 features 90 contributors