A love letter from fair Verona.
Capulet Magazine started as a small idea mentioned only in passing. She quickly grew into the strong, independent woman we know her to be today. We both agreed having a space where young women could express their creativity was important. Especially today. Capulet Mag was created with the intention of supporting young female creators from all backgrounds and walks of life. This is more than a magazine. It's the high school friend you text after midnight when you still feel the coffee you drank at 8 pm buzzing through your veins. It's the look you share with the only other girl on the subway. It's the drunk girl in the bar bathroom that you bond with over your cute skirt. It's a voice for young women around the world, and we hope you find a friend in Capulet Mag.
Oh, and a big thank you to all of our inaugural contributors. You're, like, really pretty.
For the Moment
"I feel warm. As if it is moving day and I am saying goodbye to my childhood home, lying on my pouched stomach and kneading holes in the egg-shell colored carpet left by our furniture like footprints or crumbs. As if I am having lunch with my childhood best friend and the silence is deafening, but then she reminds me of a time when we were young and have yet to make a real mistake, and we laugh a nostalgic and melancholic laugh..."
Fiction / Read Here
Elegy for Half-Eaten Apples
"And again, many years
later, I’m still running,
not to but from
now most likely"
Poetry / Read Here
Warmth (35mm film)
Carolina Alamilla is currently a Master of Fine Arts (MFA) candidate at Texas Tech University (Lubbock, TX), where she focuses on function and surface design in ceramics. She received her BFA in Ceramics and Printmaking from University of North Carolina - Chapel Hill. She experiments in other mediums such as photography and textiles to further her research of home and memory.
A Guilty Pleasure
"My mom taught me how to make mixed drinks when I was eight years old. She likes White Russians: a quarter vodka, a quarter Kahlua, and the rest milk. She drinks them out of coffee mugs through a straw and only with crushed ice. As a kid, she never had to tell me not to drink out of it. Now that I’m in college, she’s happy when I’m home because I mix them better than my dad..."
Creative Nonfiction / Read Here
Nothing
"And she holds her liquor like a man,
And she thinks if she stops drinking he’ll stop looking.
He pours the Georgi freely into her open mouth
And his hands show her how impressed he is."
Poetry / Read Here
Next Year I'll Change
"I love kids, and my single greatest complaint about most parties I go to is that no one is under 12. I love my best friend because she hates parties, but she’ll also lend me a kid to take to a party if I don’t want to feel alone. She has four, all of them accidents, and all available for short-term loans on short notice. I got Ty today..."
Fiction / Read Here
Eve-olution
"i carry her on my lips and knees,
when i get scrapes on them
i hear her laugh as she weaves new skin for me
the laugh i never heard reach the air,
speaks inside my cells"
Poetry / Read Here
The Serpent in the Basket
"It was a wide, sea green river from which the basket came. The water spun the tall green basket, woven so delicately, hobbled into the arms of one of the many hands that were drawing water from within..."
Fiction / Read Here
Laney Burrell is a recent grad from Flagler College, where she majored in English and minored in creative writing. She’s incredibly honored to be a part of Capulet Mag’s first edition! Her work has been published by Local Wolves, The Missing Slate, and FLARE.
Un-vesseled
"I will talk to you only in brush strokes from now on
paint morse code against the inside pink of my belly
— the swimming sea-salt of me."
Poetry / Read Here