Ten years ago, a recent college graduate with trailing clouds of liberal arts glory still fading behind him decided to make and sell a print literary magazine. Who knows what was going through his mind or why he ignored everyone who told him this was a bad, impractical way to spend his time. But now Grub Street Grackle has produced seventeen issues and is ready to celebrate its 10-year anniversary in a big way.
Over the past few months, we’ve been posting some of our favorites from the first ten years, many of which have never appeared online. (Many more never will, as we often publish work whose meaning depends on its appearing in print.)
You know what to do: like and share, fave and retweet, reblog, whatever buttons you customarily press when the internet gods chatter fervidly in your ears, do it for these stories, please!
Mouse over the images below for quotes, and click to read the full piece.
Here’s what we’ve been up to all day:
More pictures are coming soon.
Regular Grub Street Grackle contributor Ogden “Not Bogdan” Nash has a few choice words for our patron avian:
The grackle’s voice is less than mellow,
His heart is black, his eye is yellow,
He bullies more attractive birds
With hoodlum deeds and vulgar words,
And should a human interfere,
Attacks that human in the rear.
I cannot help but deem the grackle
An ornithological debacle.
Please consider donating now to Imagine Dallas Literary Arts, Inc., publisher of the Grackle! Every donation today gets us a little closer to a $25,000 grand prize awarded to the organization that raises the most money through Crowdrise today.