“I came,” she said, “hoping you could talk me out of a fantasy.”

“Cherish it!” cried Hilarious, fiercely, “What else do any of you have? Hold it tightly by it’s little tentacle, don’t let the Freudians coax it away or the pharmacists poison it out of you. Whatever it is, hold it dear, for when you lose it you go over by that much to the others. You begin to cease to be.”

{from Thomas Pynchon’s The Crying of Lot 49}

Petrichor Machine is a literary journal, and we are looking for fantasies. We’re in love with the power that words inherently hold in their inky black letter-forms: a few strokes of a pen, the tap of a key, or even the pulse of air when expelled through lips with a curl of the tongue just so. Such simple mechanical application contains immense power. The power to emote, to move, to communicate in a world in which communication grows increasingly banal.

We live out our days inundated with words, and yet stories and poems and art, in all their manifestations, challenge that banality by making us feel more deeply than we thought ourselves capable. So grab hold of that tentacle, rouse the pulses of air within you, and bring us into your word-worlds. Raise the battle cry against that which makes us disinterested or uninspired, or worst of all: indifferent.

Kathy Acker says “All storytelling is revolution.” Petrichor Machine is looking for that kind of revolution. Upend the tropes, refuse the standards, experiment and innovate. Remake genre. Take back words you thought were tired, worlds you thought were haggard and old, standards that have dropped abysmally low. We’re looking for literature, poetry, and art that is brave in its experimentation, but most of all, we want to hear and be moved by your stories.

Let’s make ourselves feel more deeply than we thought ourselves capable.

~The Editors


Petrichor Machine’s first issue went to print in May of 2011.  We are an annual publication; issues are released in May, though the journal is currently on hiatus.