Carmalarky is a journal of auto-centricities.

We’re looking for writers and artists who find drama in the flash of headlights, poetry in rain-slick asphalt, stories unfolding in rearview mirrors.

Dispatches from The Front Office.

Dispatches from The Front Office
Prompts.
Prompts.

In case your wheels are not spinning, here’s a list of prompts or parameters to prime the pump of your glorious creative brain. 

The Carmic Joy of Auto/Human Compatibility
The Carmic Joy of Auto/Human Compatibility

Joel and his truck rate a solid 9 out of 10 on the Auto/Human Compatibility Meter. They’re perfectly suited for each other in style, tone, color, and personality.

Music for Cruising.
Music for Cruising.

Open your windows, put your elbow on the door, turn up the volume, and cruise.

Indoctrinated by Zoltan.
Indoctrinated by Zoltan.

Marnie answers 22 questions for the number of years she has yearned to start a car magazine.

A man of few cars.
A man of few cars.

A bevy of car questions thoughtfully considered by Mr. David Wishart.

Music for errands.
Music for errands.

Music for running errands in your car. Or a slow drive at dusk, windows down. Not too loud!

Let’s talk about the auto/human compatibility meter.
Let’s talk about the auto/human compatibility meter.

Some people just mesh with their autos. In style, tone, color, vintage—everything.

The noble enterprise of rescuing cars.
The noble enterprise of rescuing cars.

Seeing less loved cars being repaired is like watching abandoned dogs being rescued from the roadside.

Welcome to Carmalarky.
Welcome to Carmalarky.

A conflux of artful meanderings that celebrates transportation in all of its forms, but especially cars and our human relationship to them.

Poem by Carmalarky

Where hence do you go,
thou bustling bus?
What plans afoot,
on this cloudy day?
Dost thou seek roads
where wild winds discuss,
Or tarry where dreamers
and vagrants stray?