What Comes Through by Martin Piñol
My colleague mentions seeing between words. He says if he unfocuses his eyes he can worm his way through the empty network on the page, […]
My colleague mentions seeing between words. He says if he unfocuses his eyes he can worm his way through the empty network on the page, […]
I want to look (inside) and see that the (centre) leads to a different world. A kaleidoscope of a world. And in that world is […]
She’s out in the backyard, squatting over a pile of sticks. She just turned up one day, said her mother was drunk, again, and she […]
My dear, you told me your dream because it frightened you. But I want you to know that when you children first started appearing on […]
We’re having coffee, me and my sister-in-law Sharon, when Sharon says, “It would be nice if we had some apple pie to go along with […]
It was autumn, a few months into the first semester at Prairie Woods Nursery. The rich, maple’d winds flung ruby leaves from skinny maples. The […]
Sailor Moon doesn’t need a magical wand or an idiot with roses. The ghouls that chase her are already a dying species—outdated, second class to […]
My wife told me about the banging from next door. I told her there could be no banging from next door, because the house is […]
It isn’t like what I see online. It could have been a witch. Dark cloak and a creeping way of moving around the room. Grabbing […]
A meet-up had been arranged for me to see Chunker for the first time in seventeen years. By then, I’d assumed Chunker had died, like […]
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