The pandemic grinds on. Gone are the days of cheerful bread baking and thinking this will blow over. We’re all out of Netflix shows. We’re stuck staring at the wall, projecting our worst visions of the future onto it like Plato’s cave. Ah, but we still have literature. I believe literature has the power to sustain us through the darkness. It helps us understand the darkness around us and within us. We offer to you now our own little Decameron. The pieces in this issue contain wanton destruction, ghosts, loss, grief, mental illness, and fear. We hope you find shelter from the storm in them.
Cheers,
Meagan Masterman
Managing Editor
Issue 2, August 2020
Reverend Ralph Hardy Photographs The Tulip Staircase Ghost, 1966 experts from Kodak say there...
a list of memories that end with you still alive
when the dollop of ink that was once my appendix was scooped from...
The Number You Have Dialed Is No Longer in Service Since you’ve been...
How to Burn Down an Applebee’s and Why
Sean I found Jerry painting his mom's house in the rain. He was...
Dilemma When I was a girl, snail shells were magical, especially once the...
I Dream My Ex Is calling me I am eighteen trapped want to cutover the phone she...
Author's note: In The Relation of Álvar NúñezCabeza de Vaca (1542), the eponymous narrator stumbles, slips,...