Jonquil Studios

is creating 'zines, art, fashion and poetry

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patrons

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per Issue
Jonquil Studios is an alt-lit, art, fashion and poetry space, complete with our own 'zine and everything! Let's make stuff; I'm pumped. 
Tiers
YOU ARE NOW.
$1 or more per Issue

 

Today’s skeleton’s marrow is: surprise!

Every sun-struck leaf is strange and new.

Children and old women are both wise.


There are infinities in cells we might surmise--

Mitochondria fuel life, that much is true.

Today’s skeleton’s marrow is: surprise!


Some unexpected things will emphasize

A life composed of bleak and garish hues.

Children and old women are both wise.


Tomorrow’s kindred spirits’ don disguise

And grant you maps to unearth their milieu.

Today’s skeleton’s marrow is: surprise!


It’ll take a while yet to realize

Every question cuts through brush to avenue.

Children and old women are both wise.


You swim in charcoal seas and azure skies;

One hundred years of lifetime feel too few.

Today’s skeleton’s marrow is: surprise!

Children and old women are both wise.

__

At this level, thanks for supporting!  You get a store discount and unlimited access to the Patron-only feed and the twitch stream. 

Catching Wild Things (the sticker tier!)
$2 or more per Issue

 

could you

ever catch a 

tiger by the tail with 

a lasso, like your mother when

she crept 

and leapt up, caught the tiger look-

-ing sheepish, tail twixt

her fingers, snagged

asleep?

--

At this level, you get everything from the $1 level-- access to the Patreon-only feed, the twitch streams, and the store discount-- plus, every month you'll get a surprise die-cut sticker in the mail! Be sure to give me the address of wherever you want the stickers sent. 

Postcards from where?
$3 or more per Issue

 After four months I was fired because I was supposed to bring the coffee, and I’d mixed up Janet Hilk’s Caramel Frappucino with Dr. Platt’s hazelnut one, which wouldn’t be a big deal except that Janet is allergic to all nuts, so she swole up and stopped breathing. While it could not have been lethal, as Janet has 68 cycles to go, her asphyxiation caused a worrying 503 Error for quite some time on all of her systems pages, which lasted until she was successfully intubated by paramedics. So. She was really upset.

Plus, as she and many people yelled all at once, Janet’s tree-nut allergy is a well known FACT, and was I a MURDERER at heart?

I am not a murderer. I was just bad at my job, which is why it’s not my job anymore.  

__

At this level,  you get everything from the $1 tier, plus a die-cut sticker mailed to you each month, PLUS a weird postcard every month. 

Magazine: Ephemeral Edition
$5 or more per Issue

 

Jellyfish are 98% water, and sometimes they die on land, a hundred of them on the beach, all at once. When that happens, if you watch them long enough, you can see them disappear into thin air, like a euphony of mirages. Like ghosts.You might cry afterward, looking for traces of them, and no one will ever believe you. 


/


Watch a dead jellyfish evaporate on the beach. It’s all water. It’ll all go. Let me know if anyone believes you afterward.

/


When a jellyfish dies, it disappears. It’s all water; it all goes up, like a mirage of a thing. When I die, I hope my body is burned. We aren’t supposed to last, not really, not here. Every jellyfish becomes rain.


/


I will be ash in soil, and roots will grow into the ground. 


/


Jellyfish are water. 


____

This is the tier where you get all the virtual, digital stuff! Get the 'zine ever month as a .pdf , .mobi, and kindle compatible epub. It's just like the real magazine, but it lives solely as photons of light and color on the screen of your laptop.

Plus, get the Patron-only feed, the twitch stream, and the store discount. 

Let's Get Physical!
$8 or more per Issue

The monologue ends with me asking if I can celebrate her body, and asking if she will celebrate my body. Every time, that's the ending.

But, it always starts different.

A version of this monologue starts: "your body can be your best friend, like your favorite dog!"

After all, there are no bad dogs. All dogs are good dogs. Tubby dogs are good dogs. Dogs with canine diabetes are good dogs. All dogs should be loved and snuggled and deserve treats and their favorite squeaky toys for being such good dogs. All dogs deserve to be taken care of as best we can.


This monologue worked with a close friend of mine who hates her body and loves dogs. Would she ever say a mean thing to a doggo? No. 


People who judge dogs for being not-beautiful (by their own bs standards) are foolish and missing out on some great dogs. People who would judge a dog for being sick or disabled are mean and don't deserve to have a dog! 


Dogs don't exist to be used by us. Dogs don't exist solely to be admired. Dogs just exist! And we're so fortunate to get to enjoy them and befriend them. 


Same with our bodies. Our bodies exist! They don't exist for a reason, so therefore they can't fail at being a good body. All bodies are good bodies.

I'm not always sure how to end this monologue, but, you see where I'm going with this?

___  


This tier is where you get the physical, print copy of the 'zine, my dudes! Every single month, the 'zine gets mailed to you. Touch it with your skin!

A Weird Collection of Things
$8 or more per Issue

 

If you’re curious as to what I saw in Sam, what got me to persuade my director to hire him over the others, it was this: when I was eighteen, a lone human hand appeared in my coat trunk. Entirely alive. I left it there, with the camera, the iPhone, the brands of shoes that haven’t come out yet, just let it alone there. 


Made a note of the date.


It isn’t the type of thing you just forget about, exactly. It made me nervous. I checked up on it a lot, even gave it a sort of a pouch, a cushion. And it sat there. For about two weeks. How to explain to my roommates about the possession of a single human hand? Among all the other things. 


At least it was warm.


Then one day, two weeks later, the problem resolved itself. Around eleven PM on a Tuesday, a naked man appeared in my living room, bewildered, and walked off into the night before I could even say hello. 


Later, I realized he’d taken the hand with him. 


I wouldn’t see him again for years.

__


At this tier, you get the virtual 'zine, a die-cut sticker, and a postcard every month. Plus! The twitch-stream, the patrons-only Patreon feed, and the store discount.

So, basically, this tier is the $3 tier and the $5 tier put together. 

Goals
$8 of $800 per Issue
If we make $800 every month, we can pay writers and artists professional rates! 
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Jonquil Studios is an alt-lit, art, fashion and poetry space, complete with our own 'zine and everything! Let's make stuff; I'm pumped. 

Recent posts by Jonquil Studios

Tiers
YOU ARE NOW.
$1 or more per Issue

 

Today’s skeleton’s marrow is: surprise!

Every sun-struck leaf is strange and new.

Children and old women are both wise.


There are infinities in cells we might surmise--

Mitochondria fuel life, that much is true.

Today’s skeleton’s marrow is: surprise!


Some unexpected things will emphasize

A life composed of bleak and garish hues.

Children and old women are both wise.


Tomorrow’s kindred spirits’ don disguise

And grant you maps to unearth their milieu.

Today’s skeleton’s marrow is: surprise!


It’ll take a while yet to realize

Every question cuts through brush to avenue.

Children and old women are both wise.


You swim in charcoal seas and azure skies;

One hundred years of lifetime feel too few.

Today’s skeleton’s marrow is: surprise!

Children and old women are both wise.

__

At this level, thanks for supporting!  You get a store discount and unlimited access to the Patron-only feed and the twitch stream. 

Catching Wild Things (the sticker tier!)
$2 or more per Issue

 

could you

ever catch a 

tiger by the tail with 

a lasso, like your mother when

she crept 

and leapt up, caught the tiger look-

-ing sheepish, tail twixt

her fingers, snagged

asleep?

--

At this level, you get everything from the $1 level-- access to the Patreon-only feed, the twitch streams, and the store discount-- plus, every month you'll get a surprise die-cut sticker in the mail! Be sure to give me the address of wherever you want the stickers sent. 

Postcards from where?
$3 or more per Issue

 After four months I was fired because I was supposed to bring the coffee, and I’d mixed up Janet Hilk’s Caramel Frappucino with Dr. Platt’s hazelnut one, which wouldn’t be a big deal except that Janet is allergic to all nuts, so she swole up and stopped breathing. While it could not have been lethal, as Janet has 68 cycles to go, her asphyxiation caused a worrying 503 Error for quite some time on all of her systems pages, which lasted until she was successfully intubated by paramedics. So. She was really upset.

Plus, as she and many people yelled all at once, Janet’s tree-nut allergy is a well known FACT, and was I a MURDERER at heart?

I am not a murderer. I was just bad at my job, which is why it’s not my job anymore.  

__

At this level,  you get everything from the $1 tier, plus a die-cut sticker mailed to you each month, PLUS a weird postcard every month. 

Magazine: Ephemeral Edition
$5 or more per Issue

 

Jellyfish are 98% water, and sometimes they die on land, a hundred of them on the beach, all at once. When that happens, if you watch them long enough, you can see them disappear into thin air, like a euphony of mirages. Like ghosts.You might cry afterward, looking for traces of them, and no one will ever believe you. 


/


Watch a dead jellyfish evaporate on the beach. It’s all water. It’ll all go. Let me know if anyone believes you afterward.

/


When a jellyfish dies, it disappears. It’s all water; it all goes up, like a mirage of a thing. When I die, I hope my body is burned. We aren’t supposed to last, not really, not here. Every jellyfish becomes rain.


/


I will be ash in soil, and roots will grow into the ground. 


/


Jellyfish are water. 


____

This is the tier where you get all the virtual, digital stuff! Get the 'zine ever month as a .pdf , .mobi, and kindle compatible epub. It's just like the real magazine, but it lives solely as photons of light and color on the screen of your laptop.

Plus, get the Patron-only feed, the twitch stream, and the store discount. 

Let's Get Physical!
$8 or more per Issue

The monologue ends with me asking if I can celebrate her body, and asking if she will celebrate my body. Every time, that's the ending.

But, it always starts different.

A version of this monologue starts: "your body can be your best friend, like your favorite dog!"

After all, there are no bad dogs. All dogs are good dogs. Tubby dogs are good dogs. Dogs with canine diabetes are good dogs. All dogs should be loved and snuggled and deserve treats and their favorite squeaky toys for being such good dogs. All dogs deserve to be taken care of as best we can.


This monologue worked with a close friend of mine who hates her body and loves dogs. Would she ever say a mean thing to a doggo? No. 


People who judge dogs for being not-beautiful (by their own bs standards) are foolish and missing out on some great dogs. People who would judge a dog for being sick or disabled are mean and don't deserve to have a dog! 


Dogs don't exist to be used by us. Dogs don't exist solely to be admired. Dogs just exist! And we're so fortunate to get to enjoy them and befriend them. 


Same with our bodies. Our bodies exist! They don't exist for a reason, so therefore they can't fail at being a good body. All bodies are good bodies.

I'm not always sure how to end this monologue, but, you see where I'm going with this?

___  


This tier is where you get the physical, print copy of the 'zine, my dudes! Every single month, the 'zine gets mailed to you. Touch it with your skin!

A Weird Collection of Things
$8 or more per Issue

 

If you’re curious as to what I saw in Sam, what got me to persuade my director to hire him over the others, it was this: when I was eighteen, a lone human hand appeared in my coat trunk. Entirely alive. I left it there, with the camera, the iPhone, the brands of shoes that haven’t come out yet, just let it alone there. 


Made a note of the date.


It isn’t the type of thing you just forget about, exactly. It made me nervous. I checked up on it a lot, even gave it a sort of a pouch, a cushion. And it sat there. For about two weeks. How to explain to my roommates about the possession of a single human hand? Among all the other things. 


At least it was warm.


Then one day, two weeks later, the problem resolved itself. Around eleven PM on a Tuesday, a naked man appeared in my living room, bewildered, and walked off into the night before I could even say hello. 


Later, I realized he’d taken the hand with him. 


I wouldn’t see him again for years.

__


At this tier, you get the virtual 'zine, a die-cut sticker, and a postcard every month. Plus! The twitch-stream, the patrons-only Patreon feed, and the store discount.

So, basically, this tier is the $3 tier and the $5 tier put together.