Stitches Unravelling We’re in his old hometown, where the buildings sag on their foundations, and the metal siding of the ‘70s is rusting, sun-scorched and dusty from cornfield weed killer. “Lucky, we didn’t all get cancer,” he says, pulling out…
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Kā Roimata o Hine Hukatere I see faces in the ice. There’s a word for it: pareidolia. Sometimes I see an arm caressing the body of the glacier, its reach expansive. But despite her appeal, this frozen mistress courts death…
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Into This World We’re Thrown Zombie Driver don’t care where they are. They’ve got to move. Move fast. Get around you. By you. Over you. Through you. Whatever it takes. They don’t see the side of the road or how…
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Eternal 1. There’s a boarded up house with the word eternal painted on its side. It used to be a bridal shop: they made wedding dresses on that corner a hundred years ago. Mothers and maids of honor congregated inside…
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by Al Kratz If you look, inspiration is everywhere. The archive is brilliant. Look at the birth of a magazine. Look at the words growing up. Look at the flash. * Look at Christopher Locke’s story in the Winter 2014…
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