Stories

Messages from Paradise – Ben Arzate

Hey, baby. I went to bed just a little bit ago. I just woke up though. Are you up? What time is it there?
Sent 2:35 AM

I just realized with the time difference it’s going to be like almost five in the morning there. You probably aren’t going to be up that early on a Saturday. I had a couple beers out of the minibar to try to get back to sleep.

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Art

Astronauts Lifting the Skin of the Moon – Réka Nyitrai

Funk 

The woman wearing a mask of roses is carrying a pork chop.
The dogs the clouds walk are howling ladybirds. 
That’s all folks for the pigeons to peck. 
They are all objects of adoration – says a visitor. 
While the clouds are moving like future automobiles
bold and reckless, the pork chop stinks and feels ashamed. 
The woman wearing a veil of roses 
gives up her son for adoption. 

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Stories

Nancy & Sephiroth – Kathryn Mayer

The feeling is a bit like how she felt when she started purging in high school. Terror at the thought of being caught, but a rush too, a rush of something restless and alive, something vivid and poignant. She has a secret, and it’s hers and hers alone. A thing she will never admit to, no matter how hard-pressed. No one will ever know about Nancy and Sephiroth.
        When she sees something that reminds her of him now,

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Stories

Ghost Story – Tess Pollok

Fingers of cold dawn snaked around the room, closing the single delirious occupant into a bitter morning fist. The bitter face of fascism, she thought to herself, pulling at the ends of her hair. The bitter agony of split ends.

She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, stupidly, with a kind of long drag in one leg, a psychosomatic limp. She was sleepy or tired or just malnourished.

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