GALLERY AND INTERVIEW
ANGLES: Hi Pearse–please introduce yourself! PA: I am Pearse Anderson: mouselike, gothic,...
Read MoreIssue 3 – Spring 2018
JET BLACK BATH WATER
I sit in the cafeteria of the university I used to go to, reading and re-reading the message she sent me.
Read MoreA CAR RIDE, MOMENTS BEFORE IT RAINS
I can only get flashes of her- her dark, thick, long hair. Her strong nose, pointed and elongated by the shadows surrounding us.
Read MoreDARWIN’S DAUGHTER
The word mastodon means “breast tooth.” You would think it means something different, perhaps something to do with chewing because of the words “mastication” and “orthodontics,” but you’d be wrong
Read MoreTHE LIBRARY AT NIGHT
The library is a strange place at night, I am told. Filled with odd things, apparently. I hear that the ghosts of books flit around the shelves, mixing with each other.
Read MoreDEAD CAT ON GARBAGE DAY
My legs cascading downstairs would read as a treatise between us. Nikolai, the tiny pads of Nikolai’s paws, and my own fear of direct confrontation would follow me as I took the steps down. I refused. I’d bury my grave in that bed.
Read MoreAQUAMARINE IS WILD, COMPARED TO YOU
Compared to Eoith, Novelite’s back was soft; all bamboo yarn and rip tide waves beneath his...
Read MoreTHE GRAVEYARD LUX
1000 Lux Through the wintered hickory trees my father spotted the Watson Cemetery, one of the two...
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