“The Machine Stops”
By Angela Consolo Mankiewicz
It may be our only hope:
shoot down the satellites, dynamite
the grids, melt the cell towers ….
“The Machine Stops”
By Angela Consolo Mankiewicz
It may be our only hope:
shoot down the satellites, dynamite
the grids, melt the cell towers ….
Let whole populations die out
leaving just enough to burn
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By Jean Macpherson
You know what Mommy? I want to keep my toys forever.
Bedtime words, but he is still awake talking to his babies — ladybug, black bear, elephant. Collectively he calls them babies, but in the singular or … Continue reading→
A Brief Meal
By Tammy Ho Lai-Ming
I.
Today, I had an interview in Central with a man
who had survived the Great Famine. When the
famine began he was only ten, yet he remembered
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The Editors Write: Scott Woods is a writer who has a way of getting under the skin of culture, and uncovering what is indelibly human there. He doesn’t overly concern himself with conventions. He’s as likely to pull from H.P. … Continue reading→
By Lenore Weiss
What language do you think I’m talking? Yes, give me a cigarette. I’m feeling about as shitty as yesterday when they brought me in and my hand hurts. It’s bandaged. Busted it through the glass when I … Continue reading→