I’ve unplugged from dark matter…every breath is a protest thing…I still care about people. Trying to fall asleep, I wonder about the sincerity of those who wear their spots on their clothes and not their skins.
Who doesn't love a a good whodunnit? We love mysteries, particularly cozy mysteries, and so we've gathered some fabulously fun short fiction in the genre. Read tales of intrigue and curiosity in our short special issue: Elementary, My Dear Marple.
What is a woman? A woman can talk peace to men consumed with hatred, anger, and fear whilst comforting little children terrified by the shells, bombs, and bullets of men at war.
She was dragged behind you, always taking small and hesitant steps.
Her wrists were wrapped in ragged string. Broken and repaired with her own hands.
Each time the string would snap, she’d find some way to piece it back together.
She was always wrapped up in her head, it drove her crazy, she labeled herself unlovable.
Beware! Here there be dragons... Fire-breathing, jewel-hoarding, winged dragons resting atop mountains of gold and silver and glamour. Dare ye enter? Dare ye read Dragon Scales and Other Tails?
This is not my first time at the shut-in rodeo. I saw my agoraphobicmother struggle, suffer during my early 1970s adolescence, preparingme well for the day […]
How easily we put on and take offthe sparkle and shine. What it hideswas worth something, too, but today, as the needles drop and scatter, andtinsel […]