Candi Presents

by Candi Bartlett | 06/12/2022 The Electric Lady shakes and moves, Grooving to the universe; Electric Lady Zaps the night. Her fingers and toes Beam the signals of truth. She shouts it to the night with her lightning vibrations. The spotlight from her eyes, Oh, Electric Lady, It cuts across the sky, Diamond justice in the dark. Love, Electric Lady. Love, she says, illuminate. Neon bright Electric Lady, She glows, she hums - Made of piercing starlight, Glowing in the night,

three mini tales of indulgence

Happy Winter from the team!

Your spooky best friend.

by Candi Bartlett | 07/30/2021 The back seat is filled with boxes. Some of them have mailing labels, all taped up and ready to go. Some are open, scattered around the seat and floor. It seems like every woman he comes across lately has a small business. Bitches be making trips to the post, he thinks. It causes a little laugh to escape his nose. It’s barely audible with the dry highway heat whipping through the open windows. The sun beats down making the old black Cadillac hot

end of summer with the Rad Mag

by Candi Bartlett | 02/03/2021 It didn’t happen all at once. It happened over time, in a way neither of us could have prepared for, and in such a subtly in-our-faces way we are both to blame. Even though now, she really can’t be expected to carry any of that weight. At first, it was one sentence every so often. A sentence the listener would be surprised by. At first. In reaction. But as more simple sentences were shared, that were actually deep, personal statements of belie

by Candi Bartlett | 08/31/2020 I miss getting tattoos. I miss shooting the shit with everyone in the shop while I wait because I’m definitely going to wait. I miss being on tattoo artist time. I miss sharing beverages with my friends. It’s just alcohol in a glass but it’s different than my alcohol in a glass and probably delicious. It definitely tastes just a little bit like all of us. I don’t care if that’s gross. I miss being gross with my friends. I miss unexpectedly bei

the Rad Mag is a new story-sharing zine soon to be in print – always on the web. Fiction, non-fiction, thought, art, jams = the Rad Mag. It’s about the past that guides us as we plunge into the future. The stories and ideas that are most important to share, the ones that spread wild imagination. What we think, how we interact, who we want to be is in our words. the Rad Mag shouts to the universe with chill poetry. It demands beautiful anarchy be shared and all voices heard.