Will the barriers break
down? cause I'm hoping that you'll come around.
Miscommunication confounds the meanings inside.
There'll always be a new crowd of finger pointing big mouths
You may be one of them but they'll devour you in time.
|The Shotgun Confessional is named after a song written by the band Dillinger Four (Minneapolis, MN). The zine was concepted as a creative endeavor to showcase innovative short stories as well as to serve as a comprehensive starting point for unpublished writers. This collection of works aspires to challenge boundaries of knowing as well as encourage communication between writing communities, especially through, but definitely not limited to, the vehicle of humor. We encourage submissions and critiques. The zine is based in Chicago, IL.|