by Kris Green Photogram by Claire Micallef I woke up screaming. Incoherent, inconsolable. Something hit me in the stomach, hard, and I bit my tongue. The bedside lamp came on. “Again?” My wife, half sitting, scooted up next to me on her pile of pillows. It had been her elbow that knocked the breath out
Author: Robin Wyatt Dunn
Ivana Bugarinovic was born in Belgrade in 1982, where she graduated from the Faculty of Applied Art, University of Art in Belgrade, in the department for textile design. She is currently working as a graphic designer at the Student’s City Cultural Center in Belgrade during the day, while freelancing as an illustrator by night. She is
Journal Entry 1: The Man Across the Way this little stick of nicotine popped in his mouth. sagging between his lips. the newspaper is folded under his arm. at least he’s holding a newspaper. keeping up some appearances – at least. by the look of his clothes and his hair he doesn’t really seem to
Text by Pete Farrugia Love is folly. The maiden, repelled by her own reflection in a brimming barrel of sake, is suspended between doubt and despair. She is overtaken by the sound of a nearby waterfall and the forest wind. The water is a drum, the air is a flute. She moves on stage and
by R. O. Weber Illustration by Nadine Noko My mission in life is to make people laugh. Don’t take things too seriously, I like to say. I was the class clown all through school and I like to think the jokes I told the recruiter was the reason I have my job. The sign on
Gone are the days of the simple, weather-beaten solitary son-of-a-whore riding on a brown-dappled mangy horse towards a fiery red sunset. Or the tense showdown between two dirty and unkempt gunslingers, with the brutal sun beating on itchy fingers, gleaming Colts and extreme close-ups. The prosperous brothels full of ugly men and beautiful women, cuspidors,
Hosted and Edited by that well-loved star from the cult 80s vampire film, ‘The Munchies’ – Jools Vicker, the Spider from Saturn. The Spider from Saturn shuffled onto the park bench, and lit a cigarette, holding it between his pedipalps. He squatted on all thirteen of his legs, and began. ‘“Life without pain has no
They lowered the corpse onto the dinner table with more care than Vermillion thought necessary, and he was regaled with a foreshortened view, feet first, of the shabbily clothed test subject. Its nostrils felt noxious to him. They seemed, in a vile way, to be pricking at his conscience. One of the men handed Vermillion
They were buried in shallow soil – now they’re uprooted and on the rampage, unstable and insatiable!!! ‘If you thought Killer Karrots I was the worst thing ever written, think again. Sick Sue outdoes herself!!’ The Skryptulchre ‘Full of classical allusions, with a protagonist called Kassandra, this post-feminist fable is the Caesar – or Calphurnia