Original Publication Information:
Suedomsa the Magazine August 1997 Volume One, Issue
One
Introduction by Dara Shifrer
One hot sweaty night, I was thinking those meaningless thoughts only
interesting on hot sweat nights, like, why pubic hair knows to stop when
head hair doesn't. Like--maybe that wall creak is actually vibrations
from someone jimmying my window open. Like--how insanely crappy all the
magazines people, especially women, have to pick from these days.
Every now and then I do urge to do an at home facial and wonder if I
really "have what it takes to snag a babe" but there is so much else going
on in my life, my head, and the world. And so, Suedomsa was
born.
We gave our writers no focus and no guidelines, except to be sure to write
on something that mattered to them - something they have a passion for.
And therein lies the focus of our magazine. We hope reading it is like
having a good conversation with someone who kind of "gets it."
So now, I'm lying in bed on hot sweaty nights with visions of dropping out
of school to keep up with the incredible success of a magazine which we
keep insisting "was never meant to get popular." Read this if you get any
joy out of being alive and reflecting on this aliveness. And then send
lots of compliments and some money too.
Untitled Poem by Amy Tyson
Alargo.
Tomas mis arullos arrugado
y los amparas en la esquina de tu sonrisa.
Alargo.
Tomas mi pureza perdida
y muestras el modo hacia refugio y rectification...
Alargo---
y temlequeante, discubro tu mano,
Entre lagrimas,
me diriges a una estacion tierna,
sin tormentas.
