

Carnage, again
Hemingway was an ambulance driver in World War I, and World War I was not a good time. It's hard for most of us to imagine, as we live...


Last year, and tomorrow
Premiering tomorrow at the New Zineland zine fest you can get these hand bound books that collect all 31 illustrations from last year's...


Eat first, then read
Do you ever think about what it's like to... consume? To eat food. We dress it up as best as we can. We shove it into shiny wrappers with...


The foggiest idea
Writing is like walking through the fog. You start with only the ground you're standing on and a distant idea--a destination at which you...


As if every month wasn't enough
Oh, great. I began hoping that maybe I could ease the demons if my fingers were always busy. Maybe it would reduce their need to spread...


nobody wants this
"I'm not afraid of anything," you announce proudly. The circle looks at you incredulously. Perhaps it's your tarnished reputation...


Underneath
I left the safety behind the veil to roam the Earth, to look for signs. I checked the gutters and the rivers, under trash barrel lids and...


Meat World
I knew it would happen someday, but I thought I had more time. Sightings are popping up around the Somerville area of some of these...


Eyes on me
There's this giant eye. And all around, people look up at it. The eye looks at you, unendingly, never breaking it's hold. But when you...


Dead or Dreaming
A friend and I used to believe that sleep was as close as you could get to death without actually dying. We tend to look at death as...