Yellow Matter Custard Summer 26 - Yellow Matter Custard, #1

Yellow Matter Custard — Volume 1 (Summer 2026)
The future was supposed to be cleaner than this.
Instead, it's full of haunted junk drawers, forgotten paperbacks, garage-sale miracles, punk rock ghosts, strange technology, and stories that refuse to stay buried.
Yellow Matter Custard is a quarterly pulp-inspired magazine of weird fiction, speculative essays, cultural archaeology, and Fortean curiosity. Each issue blends original fiction with thoughtful nonfiction, celebrating the strange places where science fiction, horror, music, technology, folklore, and everyday life collide.
Inside Volume 1 you'll find:
    ●    Secondhand Speedos and Other Things You Find at the Dump — a literary tale about memory, loss, and the remarkable things hiding in discarded places.
    ●    The First Time the End of the World Scared Me — an essay about growing up, becoming a parent, and discovering that apocalypse isn't abstract anymore.
    ●    Moon Dog — a haunting story where surf culture drifts into something darker.
    ●    The Price of the Future — a sharp, funny meditation on living in an age where intelligence has become cheap while everything else keeps getting more expensive.
    ●    The Junk Drawer — reviews of forgotten books, albums, films, and other cultural treasures worth rescuing from obscurity.
    ●    The Grey Files — reports from the edge of reality, exploring recent UFO sightings, paranormal mysteries, and Fortean phenomena with equal parts curiosity and skepticism.
Designed with the spirit of classic digest magazines, underground zines, and the great pulp publications of the past, every issue combines original fiction, essays, reviews, and observations into a single collection of the strange, the thoughtful, and the unexpected.
If you miss the days when magazines could surprise you—when an unsettling short story sat beside a meditation on artificial intelligence, a forgotten garage band, and an unexplained mystery—welcome home.
Yellow Matter Custard isn't nostalgia.
It's tomorrow, found in yesterday's dumpster