At long last, an update…
At long last, an update…
A glimpse of something...the substance of nothing...
"Who know desire? Who have a girl back home?"
"We were always role-playing, pretending to be something that we were not, and that we were far from being."
“I saw it out of the hallway window. The men were stealing cans of beer in flat, cardboard boxes from Shaw’s Grocery.”
"I wanted to become an animal and lose control. I wanted you to know I am a wolf, that I am dangerous. Fear me! Love me!"
From the case files of Max Roman, private detective...
Cleveland's Peter Laughner was a junkie, a nihilist, and an asshole who also helped invent punk rock. Aaron Lange takes us through the history of this ghost of the American underground and his city of eternal bummers. "Life stinks."
"White is not a color. White is every single color blurred together all at once." The third installment of Meghan Lamb's beautiful, horrifying institution drama.
Magic is real and can be learned.
On the organ of intelligence and the hidden structure of the universe.
Two souls meet on the highway of the damned. Skeeter Shuff on Trucker Country, purgatory, and the plight of the American worker.
Marine Helo-Squadron HMM-36 transports a 1,200 pound water buffalo across several miles of Vietnam in a Sikorsky H-34 helicopter. Happy 4th of July.
The mysterious death of a girl in a seedy hotel slices open the fabric of the everyday and opens an ontology of complete possibility.
In her moments alone, Muriel begins a process of transformation. It starts with the skin...where will it end? Here's a special preview of HEEL ON THE SHOVEL: BOOK ONE, coming soon from Heel On The Press!
Tests administered. Questions posed. Some information is furnished. Some denied. The institution has its order. Meghan Lamb's drama of the beautiful and grotesque continues.
Eddy Rivera's saga of contemporary Americana comes to its shocking conclusion!
"At such moments, I have been certain that mine was the better part, mine the best of lives lived to the fullest, mine identity with the divine." Caleb Nolen, in dialogue with Plotinus, on the body, mind, and spirit.
"I was too filled with myself...always looking to satisfy my dreams, my whims. I had become stale and empty!"
"Angela described how the microwaves vibrated her bones, how they sapped her energy, recounted many nights of anguished pillow weeping. Aluminum foil helmets were not a an option because “They want you wrap that stuff around yer head so they can really start cooking yer brain like a baked potato..."