Said, softly October crushes down, squeezing the juice of summer and all the faces are new fresh new Mouths fallen heaps of gloss and lips Sit. Sleep. October crushes, and leaves curl on asphalt like fingers. The leaves … Read More
“He wondered if his body felt cold when she touched him. If she could sense the disconnect of his skin. If she could tell that even with her hands on his chest and her legs between his, they weren’t really touching.”
TO BUILD A MONSTER Synthetic taste, algorithmic broth, and neural-net nuggets stitched together. No human input required—just sit back and let the bots cook up something… alive? INGREDIENTS 4 Full skeletal remains 2 Embalmed corpses with all organs attached … Read More
“At some point lightning flashed big and bold across the sky. It was the first time in forever that the sky was anything other than that neverendin’ black, and I had to close my eyes to keep from being blinded.”
It’s absolutely true that this is the first time we’ve ever run a Halloween issue, and for a magazine as historically elaborate and artifactual as the Nassau Weekly, it’s a sort of mystifying reality. We scoured the dread tomes that … Read More
We need to arrête all of this liquid: bridges lawns psets towels gmail caffeine with the face of a dog barking in the north courtyard alongside teeth digging into flesh like that subtle ascent of adjectives … Read More
