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Vempyreal
I watched it in the summer; I watched it in the winter: a memory without a middle name on which I never was to have a claim--- you left it there to…
Negasonic Teenage Warhead: A Review of Mixtape Hyperborea by Adem Luz Rienspects
Mixtape Hyperborea by Adem Luz Rienspects (Self-published, 2023) It’s 2007. Another school year. The air has a nice breeze to it. You and your boys…
Everything is Insane, Everyone is Mad: A Review of Incurable Graphomania by Anna Krivolapova
Incurable Graphomania by Anna Krivolapova (Apocalypse Confidential, 2023) Apocalypse Confidential, a magazine that bills itself as a pulp publication…
Deep in the Amazon Rainforest
Deep in the Amazon rainforest, above the boxes and the shelves. Are thirty million people that are called The Happy Elves. Native are they to the…
Clay Pot
Clay Pot Nothing I can write can fix this. Nothing I can write will stay. Like the shells upon the shoreline that will shortly wash away. So still my…
Dig Two Graves, Part 6
The hospital in San Diego wasn’t so bad. I got warm food twice a day, and some of the nurses were nice to look at. The only part I didn’t like was…
Dig Two Graves, Part 5
Tijuana greeted me with a hot hand. Entering the city at midday felt like walking into a furnace. Everywhere, for as far as I could see, were old…
Dig Two Graves, Part 4
Three years later. My wrestling career ended less than two months after The Creature from Los Alamos wrapped up in New Mexico. Mr. Fuller put me…
Dig Two Graves, Part 3
Mr. Art returned to the set on Friday afternoon. By that point, I was sick to death of Kolb. I was too sullen and riddled with worry to talk, so he…
Dig Two Graves, Part 2
“You’re one ugly bastard, but in a cute way.” It was fourth day of shooting, and Sharon Silverwood introduced herself to me. The beautiful blonde…
