DOCTOR’S VISIT by Paula Gil-Ordoñez Gomez
While we wait for the fruits of deliberation, my mother asks me to get personal. I tell her I’ve been nightmaring about getting kidnapped and beating the captor up.
THAT IDEAL READER IS ME: An Interview with Andrew Weatherhead
You wouldn’t go back in time, but you would stay forever in the present moment. At least that’s how the dream went.
POWER OUTAGE by Zsófia Czakó; translated by Marietta Morry and Walter Burgess
She looked at that tree as if it were a murderer, and with hate in her eyes told me that in her dreams every night she sneaks over with an axe and chops it down with two strokes.
ACTUALITY IN ACTUALITY: An Interview with Chase Griffin
Christina was the John Swartzwelder and Kurt Vonnegut of this book – all of the funniest scenes and lines with the best comedic timing are hers.
SPILL by Christina D’Antoni
At night I dreamt of pelicans strung up in the oaks by their beaks, choked in Spanish moss, the storm’s winds blowing them down. Cars sliding through gasoline, smearing their bodies into the street.
XRAY SPECS: Butcher, Baker, Nightmare Maker
This film is a Freudian’s dream. The way Cheryl constantly offers him milk isn’t exactly subtle.
WHATEVER by Emma Estridge
She emails me a PDF of instructions. The first is Learn to sit quietly with yourself. I feel that we have already skipped a step.
I WROTE IT ONLY FOR YOU: An Interview with Joshua Mohr
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?
HEATERS by Brett Biebel
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
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.