The Romanian Inquisitor
Arrived in Cioroiași on Sunday, August 1 at 8:10 am. Since that time and to the day of this report, I have interviewed several witnesses, while observing from a safe distance the behavior of M. Cosma
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EDITORIAL COLLABORATIONS
Amabiko
Dark flashes rip through the mudflats, tearing open fetid sludge, bursting and regorging, and vomiting onto itself. The chlorophyllic reflux glimmers below the belly of the full moon deep into the gut
George the Raccoon
My grandparents moved into a roomy, craftsman-style four-bedroom house at the bottom of Mount Tamalpais in January of 1963, hauling everything they owned from a much smaller townhouse in San Rafael, i
Man With a Parrot
It wasn’t the kind of town to question, especially not in winter. Rather, it was the kind of town that let you into its secrets if you didn’t look at them as such.
The Hedley Kow
It was a queer hour. In or around even-set the fog rose and poured through the cleft in the hills to mass in fallow fields of cardoon carcasses.
Mirror, Mirror
I was looking in the mirror and I saw what I think was a girl but she was very big. She had a round nose and a full set of lips and her bones were big and strong, yes, very big.
Meeting in The Mangroves
The return this season felt familiar. I shadowed my Lala in the kitchen in the morning fore-day the island and the rest of the family came to gather. The crows and coos of the cocks and doves filled t
Prepare This Place For Bed
These bees in my mouth: oily, waxy, powerful— one flew into my mother’s mouth at a family picnic
Reborn Again
There’s this bar in town I like to go to every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday night. Thursday is spaghetti night at my Mom’s house and Monday I hang out with my friends on Minecraft.