Hollow : Digital Copies

We've made issues VI and V available for free digital download on our site. So go snag a copy! The goal is to have issues: I - III digitized and made available for free download on the site soon. We'll keep you posted as we continue to work on this project. 




Dear Readers, Contributors, Friends & Family,

Hollow has always been about finding an avenue to exhibit our work; we’ve always been carving spaces out for ourselves. We’ve made five lovely compilations of art, poetry, and fiction. It’s been a lot of fun, working together with you all. We still believe Hollow is a special little space, where you can find something near and dear to your heart.

After four years, however, it’s time to wind down and move on to new projects. It’s better to burn out than fade away, so we’d like to put out one last issue, the sixth and final installment of Hollow. We hope to release issue #6 mid-summer, and we’d like your work to be in it. Please send your submissions to the corresponding emails on our submissions page.

All our love (forever),

Broken Tooth Press

Combing Hair by Laura McGonigle

Today we celebrated our dearly missed poet and friend Laura McGonigle. We can't believe it's been a year.  Here is her poem "Combing Hair," featured in Hollow issue IV. 

"I want to lay where the magic happens,
but my mother won’t let me
there are dishes to be washed and clothes to be ironed
she says, don’t grow up too fast
because this doesn’t last forever,
enjoy the curiosity and the carelessness
the care bears and the chores
but when Rita shows me how to curl my hair and put on lipstick
there is no more questioning
who I am or what I am here
for, life is a game of the ins and the outs
the ups and the downs I say
though I’m not sure I fully understand the lay of the land
because what does happen if you lose and miss out?
Does a man come along and steal all of your beauty or
maybe drown your dreams with it
in the lake of forgetfulness?
Maybe you just feel incredibly lost
always wondering what was as
if you could fly, but then you couldn’t stop
and you just kept spinning
though mother says the famous can’t
see what we see-- everything
that’s what I want
yes, that is what I’ll do."