Broken Zine is now technically alive, which is more than can be said for several magazines, three departments, and one recently abandoned manifesto found behind the radiator.
This site will collect poems, fragments, notices, dispatches, small-press reports, odd reviews, cultural debris, and other minor collapses. Some of it will be serious. Some of it will be funny. Some of it will enter the room carrying a clipboard and immediately lose confidence.
The aim is not polish. Polish is available elsewhere, usually next to the mission statement. The aim is energy, pressure, mischief, intelligence, and the kind of literary weather that makes the windows rattle.
For now, the site is being assembled in public. The walls may move. Categories may change names. A page may appear, deny everything, and vanish. This is normal.
Welcome to Broken Zine. Mind the floor.