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September 17, 2012

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{Fiction} Temporarily Switzerland

{Fiction} Temporarily Switzerland

In 1990 I stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in my parents’ room and tried to see beyond the physical representation of myself. I remember it was a World Cup year because my father put his foot through the television screen when the Cameroon defender Emmanuel Kunde equalised against England.

Fiction, Literature
Graphics by Indiana Joel

Why I love the Zombie Apocalypse

I had a dream the other night about the Zombie Apocalypse. Quite often, I don’t remember my dreams. I’ll wake up with the fragile remnants of the dream still lingering at the edge of my consciousness, but the more I try to hold on to them, the quicker they slip away.

Commentary, Culture
Old photograph of circus clowns or mimes

{FICTION} The girl that nobody saw

Everything changed the day Nancy ate her gun. Before that day, Nancy was nobody. Or, rather, nobody that anybody saw. She was the elephant cage cleaner and the

Fiction, Literature

The Zouch Pamphlet, Uncategorized
"Ricochet" by Howie Good

“Ricochet” by Howie Good

Literature, Poetry
{Fiction} Temporarily Switzerland

{Fiction} Temporarily Switzerland

In 1990 I stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in my parents’ room and tried to see beyond the physical representation of myself. I remember it was a World Cup year because my father put his foot through the television screen when the Cameroon defender Emmanuel Kunde equalised against England.

Fiction, Literature
Graphics by Indiana Joel

Why I love the Zombie Apocalypse

I had a dream the other night about the Zombie Apocalypse. Quite often, I don’t remember my dreams. I’ll wake up with the fragile remnants of the dream still lingering at the edge of my consciousness, but the more I try to hold on to them, the quicker they slip away.

Commentary, Culture
Old photograph of circus clowns or mimes

{FICTION} The girl that nobody saw

Everything changed the day Nancy ate her gun. Before that day, Nancy was nobody. Or, rather, nobody that anybody saw. She was the elephant cage cleaner and the

Fiction, Literature

The Zouch Pamphlet, Uncategorized
"Ricochet" by Howie Good

“Ricochet” by Howie Good

Literature, Poetry

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