Actually (see earlier posts today), The Anemone Sidecar came together as a magazine when it found its title, taken from this poem published by the nice people at RealPoetik:
“The Improvisers”
Your hair parted like the arcs of a fireboat,
Your hands squared off on your lap,
A window worries by waves,
And I was frightened alright,
Sitting still as a line
A serial dot
A partial shark dinner
While you spit out the bits and pieces
In public.
Then you darkened calculably,
A concentric dart, confident retro
Smirking at bridges and
The foam of my hat,
The fractions of water resolving
In narrowing eyes.
But you were surprised
When you snapped your fingers
That the ambiguous water taxi
Had already left
And was now a bobbing
Anemone sidecar
Sprung from depth to top;
And that this groundling was up,
Postprandially taking the air
In all of her skin.
-KR