Welcome to Moonchaps, an imprint of Moonchild Magazine that publishes dreamy, experiential online chapbooks. Every chapbook we publish is free to read on our site or download to your computer/handheld device. We do believe in the beauty and timelessness of a print copy, but we can't deny that it's a luxury not everyone can afford; we want everyone to be able to read everything we publish. Concurrently, we want to add an experience of sorts to our chapbooks, which has its limits when it comes to hardcopies—for now!
We hope you enjoy—and experience—our chapbooks. If you wish to give a piece of the moon and stars to our authors, you are most welcome to tip them under the books' descriptions. If you wish to submit a dreamy chapbook of your own to our press, you can read the guidelines here. Thank you so much for your enduring support! And so, may you be swift away to another satellite...*
*Note: for best user experience, view on your PC.
We hope you enjoy—and experience—our chapbooks. If you wish to give a piece of the moon and stars to our authors, you are most welcome to tip them under the books' descriptions. If you wish to submit a dreamy chapbook of your own to our press, you can read the guidelines here. Thank you so much for your enduring support! And so, may you be swift away to another satellite...*
*Note: for best user experience, view on your PC.
"With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?"
~ Oscar Wilde
~ Oscar Wilde
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Lexapro Diary: Events of January 22, 2007 by Andrea Lambert
"In prose and synchronistic dual lyric poetry Andrea Lambert describes a near death experience. Starting with seeing the Grim Reaper in the ER. Continuing with Jehovah and Satan arguing over her soul. Or is it all a psychotic break down brought on by her Schizoaffective Disorder? Are you willing to go down the rabbit hole and unearth the whole truth about her one-day séjour of madness, cruelty and suffering?" Excerpt In the slender light of dawn. A cup of coffee by my hand. Just risen. Bathrobe on. The twitching began. Cramping. Twitching. My hand scrawled through the haiku. My arm thumped the table. My leg spasmed. I tripped on the table. Spilled my coffee. What’s going on? I wondered. I have to get dressed! I thought. They can’t take me naked. They can’t come in here. Find me all splayed out dead. Drooling. Naked. I know I’m going away to the hospital. Fuck, I don’t know for how long. I need to bring things. I need books if I’m going away. I threw my Art in Theory anthology into my bag. Thought if I was in the psych ward I could at least read some Artaud. Followed it with Last Exit to Brooklyn and The Bell Jar. I grabbed a skirt and T-shirt and pulled them on. As a crowning touch to my Sunset Boulevard moment, I took hold of an ancient, deteriorating fur coat and draped it around myself. Might as well go out kicking. 
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On This Path We Travel by Joyce Chng, Kristin Garth, L. Mari Harris, Abigail Pearson, Elisabeth Horan & Tara Lynn Hawk
"Women are stronger together. What happens when six talented female forces come together to make art by and for each other? Magic. Surreal feminist power, love, humanity, compassion, anger, regret, and sexuality. These are the poems compiled in this debut collaborative chapbook by Kristin Garth, Abigail Pearson, L. Mari Harris, Tara Lynn Hawk, Joyce Chng and Elisabeth Horan. All of this beauty and strength in words uplifted by the exquisite grace of L. Mari Harris' photography. Women in Nature. Nature in Women. We are each other and we present to you our souls, our bond, and our art. Enjoy." Excerpt Return You cannot break me I take my boots off Place my bare toes in the sand and walk on You will not break me Cannot keep me locked up or haphazardly cage my heart I will walk Far, far Much away Empowered, alone Into the forest
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THE SILHOUETTE WOMAN by Christine Stoddard
"Family lore may be intriguing, but it often shrouds the truth. We can so easily take it for granted...or we can challenge it. Seeking answers involves risk. What we find may frighten or disappoint us. It can make us angry or bitter. But it's also possible it will delight us and clear up major misunderstandings. The Silhouette Woman is about one woman's yearning to find out who her great-grandmother Lucy really was, not just as a figure in family stories but as a human being. Original photo illustrations bring texture to the narrator's still-fuzzy visions of Lucy." Excerpt 
They say she was radiant, a woman who rose with
the mourning doves and shone throughout the day.
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These Celestial Bodies by Caitlin Gaudio
"This debut collection is a journey through the phases of love, recounting the very best and very worst moments of a couple’s shared history. Relationships, like stars, can eventually burn themselves out, but their atoms will always remain. The author collects these disjointed fragments and creates something tangible to make sense of the loss. These poems seek meaning in destruction and strive to appreciate the beauty in broken things; let them pull you into their orbit." Excerpt I’m not ready to lose you I’m afraid of the dark And things I cannot see I’m afraid of the ocean And its ability to swallow me I’m afraid of distance And afraid of time And if As it passes You will still be mine
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