Unique. by Samuel Mardirosian
In the morning before the argument he went walking. It had been one of those fine February days, when the…
In the morning before the argument he went walking. It had been one of those fine February days, when the…
I’ll be honest, my music library could stand to be matured. Like many of my peers, I’ve been raised on…
In the Et Life Spire, the largest building on the face of the planet,…
Here at the Department for Zombie Control we must confess to being mystified in regards to the recent zombie takeover…
On December 27th, 2011, Wesley Rose and Shane Corey launched Lost Artistry, an independent record label. The launch party, held…
He knew. He knew it before he fell off the log. The dream log, that is — the hollow log. …
Magic Carpet Ride Whirling and dancing; it was a magic carpet ride. Mounting to the sun, the carpet twists and…
The promise of February was the soft green below my feet. Cool cement kissed my bottom, and hands fell through…
“I need your help, man. Gimme that.” John Coree yanked the plastic, half-gallon bottle of Dark Eyes…
There is an old parable about a man in a lighthouse, but I have forgotten how it goes. It begins,…