I WROTE IT ONLY FOR YOU: An Interview with Joshua Mohr
October 13, 2023
At its essence, this story is about existential amnesia. What do we need to remember? What do we want to remember? And what’s the difference between them?
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HEATERS by Brett Biebel
October 11, 2023
There was a fence, and there were holes in it, and she looked like a lizard sometimes, a shitload of speed coiled inside some slender frame.
AN EERILY RECURRENT CREDENZA: An Essay on APPARITIONS OF THE LIVING by Dave Fitzgerald
October 6, 2023
No matter how much paper we push around in this life, or the next, or inside the crumbling filing systems of our own minds, the termites are coming for us all.
THREE by Amanda Gersh
October 4, 2023
I used to say I couldn’t travel because I didn’t have the time, but now I’ve got all the time in the world because the world isn’t using it.
SEX IS SECONDARY: An Interview with Matthew Binder
September 29, 2023
In retrospect, it’s obvious to me that I’m writing about my desire to feel a part of something greater than myself. I know that’s an impossibility, however.
PORCELAIN by Nicholas Claro
September 27, 2023
The couch is more of a loveseat. It hardly seats the two of us. On it is the pillow and blanket I’ve been using. This is the longest conversation we’ve had in over a week.
X-R-A-Y SPECS: All-American Murder
September 22, 2023
All-American Murder isn’t bad, but it’s almost an extraterrestrial product, a movie made for humans by something that has no relationship to the physical universe.
THE CARRIAGE ROOM by Mary Ann McGuigan
September 20, 2023
He returned home silent, even more sullen. I asked him about Mrs. Marra once, but he looked at me as if all memories, good or bad, had been erased.
NO EXIT NEEDED: A Review of Danny the Ambulance
September 15, 2023
If the Jury Room is supposed to be some kind of hell, we should all be so lucky to wind up in a hell like this.
JACKFRUIT by Gwen E. Kirby
September 13, 2023
Now that your precious jackfruit is out in the world, latch the angel onto your body and let nature take its course. She held her jackfruit to her breast, to her arms, her neck, rubbed it against herself until she was raw.