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SELENA GOMEZ WALKS INTO A MULTI-DIMENSIONAL PORTAL AT THE REST STOP IN DUBLIN, GA by Stephen Meisel

February 7, 2024

And says a warrior’s prayer as the mahogany bear carvings come alive. She understands the will of the Valkyrie as the will of the H bomb.

VISIONS: Sick’a by Michael Seymour Blake

February 2, 2024

I'm sick'a feeling like I'm walkin' through an eternal earthquake. I need some solid ground under me - just a little stability and peace.

VIRGIN SUNNING ON ARTIFICIAL ROCK by Kate Busatto

January 31, 2024

But before I can swallow, I must disarm her. Rob her of agency and hope. Break the faith that brought her to the enclosure.

HERO WORSHIP LEADS TO CULTS: An Interview with Brad Neely

January 26, 2024

I wanted to highlight how that’s an impossible fantasy in biographies of someone in the past. That said, I wanted to be silly with the title.

JOHN LEAVES HIS HOME by Alex Juffer

January 24, 2024

John tracked their interactions and gauged the hierarchy. A redhead with no shirt and a flashbang sunburn ordered the youngest ones around. They worked in shifts now.

VISIONS: Excerpts from The Infinite Prison by Matt Seneca

January 22, 2024

I have seen the fruit of man's desire to live at all costs. Death and more death to all living things. But now a reckoning awakes.

X-R-A-Y SPECS: Toys (1992)

January 19, 2024

In fact, my experience watching Popeye is what this film most reminded me of: the feeling of alarm, then dismay, and then the slow death of acceptance.

HOOPS THESE DAYS by John Pinto

January 17, 2024

The veteran killed the karaoke machine, just yanked the plug out the back and shoved the whole unit over, which was outrageous and way better than calling the cops. For three whole seconds, I felt like a winner.

LENGTH OR GIRTH OR BOTH: An Interview with Gwen E. Kirby

January 12, 2024

As for the demon novel, yes, I am dancing with that devil, so we’ll see what happens. But I hope to write short stories for as long as I’m writing.

BLADE OF GRASS by Mason Koa

January 10, 2024

Almost breathlessly, he raved to me that he had done it: He had separated himself from nature once and for all. I pointed out that we ate from nature before a light flickered in his eyes and I cupped my hand over my mouth.