Alyson Miers on the end of the world: Charlinder’s Walk blog tour
In 2012, the Plague ended the world as we know it. In 2130, Charlinder wants to know why. The origin of the disease remains a mystery. Ignorance
He takes the beer can out of my hand and puts it on the floor near us. The room is empty except for a blanket, a pillow and some trash. He sticks his tongue in my mouth and I don’t know what to do, so I just thrash my tongue around a little, hoping he won’t laugh. He kisses with his tongue and buys beer and lives with an ex-convict named Joe and
So, you win the lotto, science evolves, and some other supernatural shit happens and you score a magic time machine sex machine. This thing looks like
The Nigerian study-abroad student sat facing her laptop, somewhat hypnotized by the cursor’s blinking metronome. Beginning an essay was always the most
We Were Never Lovers and we both know if it wasn’t for the vodka and that extra shot of rum you wouldn’t have walked me home, and you wouldn’t be
Searching for Marvin Gaye Wet face, tired arms, sore throat. Look at you carrying on, carrying the dead weight that Zora said you would. Put him down, he’s
Guido Mattioni is an Italian journalist who has written for a variety
Eighty Six the Poet is a full-time bartender and a poet. With a wife, two kids and a forty-hour work
Being highly introverted, with my focus on studies and self-made games to keep me self-involved, I grew up with a deeper realization of my interests and
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In 2012, the Plague ended the world as we know it. In 2130, Charlinder wants to know why. The origin of the disease remains a mystery. Ignorance
Reviewed by Laura Roberts Chris O’Grady’s novel The Glorieta Pass follows a tough
"The Holy Grail of the Mini Wheats world" (photo by grammardog) A Mini-Wheat eyes me warily from the
Since the car crash, Lisa’s love life had cycled in strict monthly units. They strung together like cheap Christmas lights on cinder block dorm walls: all that blinking and buzzing, all that petering
Wallets How often wallets open for women wilting green paper like the tongues of tired dogs placating the hands of their masters But what do we command that we do not carry? And what do you offer That
He heard a shifting above his head. A settling in the ceiling. More of a shove, really, laced with the sound of a dragging cord. Like a knotted rope being pulled from a main hull. He paused and waited,
Reviewed by Amelia Cook As a bicultural, bilingual writer with immigrant roots, Sheila Maldonado is in the position
happy aesthetic couple He beat his former mistress, his wife, with a microphone. She bore whippletree lashes and slurped bruises, speaking deadly of mediocre fidelity. Her lashes batted to stand in for
Okwuchukwu is going to America. He doesn’t even know what he’s going there to do, but he’s going. He knows he won’t be idle. His mother has been there since 2001, babysitting and sending dollars
Seumas Gallacher is a writer based in Abu Dhabi, where he does corporate