It Ain’t Me, Abe

Once we all reach the blogosphere, let's remember to send a postcard once in a while.

If you live in the world, you’re probably asking yourself: How long before my local newspaper folds? While the passing of all things print seems immanent, we believe that there will be a glorious biproduct—the return of small press and artisan printing.

So although there might not be half-a-million magazines floating around, there’s a couple thousand of them, and they’re made with scrutiny and care, like a piece of art.

Sisters Anna and Tess Knoebel are leading the movement with Abe’s Penny, an art and literature serial (trans: regularly published) that debuted about eight months ago. It’s not a magazine, it’s not a service. Hell, we actually have no idea what to call it, but we like it.

You subscribe for $48 (six months) and then a postcard arrives at your doorstep once per week, for four weeks at a time, to complete a month-long “issue.” The series of postcards tells a narrative that unfolds in sequence, tickling that “what’s next” nerve most living people have. The narrative is a combination of photographs and text produced by uniquely gifted artists and writers.

Check ‘em out: www.abespenny.com