This editor’s mug: “You may speak now.” Dale Cooper’s mug: “Fire, walk with me.” A mug of one’s own. Your mom’s mug. Fill those mugs with nothing but the best: David Lynch Signature Cup. It’s all in the beans, and he’s full of beans.
“It’s like a beautiful dusty old postcard you’d find in a junk store:” London ninety years ago in color. ANNOUNCING THE FIRST ANNUAL BONE BOUQUET EXPERIMENTAL PROSE AWARD! Submit now, ladies! Every noise at once: where would you hang out on this genremap? Who’s beat this editor to naming something “funeral doom?” Announcing Dorothy, a […]
You get stories that weave in and out of each other and contradict each other and create new narratives. That’s more exciting to me than one long story with a message of, say, capitalism is bad or war is deplorable. We know that — let’s dance with those concepts and see what else happens. I’ll […]
“Very soft cotton” is not the only selling point of this shirt. “I died our baby / I did it anciently,” Ariana Reines, Thursday (Spork, 2013). Hop onto this project: Arrested Development celebratory screen print. Or, if you can’t wait much longer, “Sometimes you just need to eat a whole thing of candy beans. Commemorate […]
Tumblr tag: Frances Bean Cobain This editor urges you to come with her to CAKELAND. A good goal: get your author photo rendered by Lori Earley… …or by Miss Van. John Barner scrutinizes the Sherlock Holmes canon.