By Queen Mob

Excerpt: ‘Ember Days’ by Nick Ripatrazone

/ Queen Mob / Misc
Scott never spoke about her anymore. Not to Mary, not to the girls. He tried not to think about her.

Look Straight Ahead

Gentrification = Deathbed

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
Means we need these love signs, stamps, and signatures more than ever.

Race, Speculative Fiction And Afro SF

/ Chinelo Onwualu / Fiction
The field of speculative fiction, broadly defined as horror, science fiction, fantasy and ‘weird’ fiction, in North America is in crisis.

LOST IN THE FOG: Saturday, 4/30

/ Evan Tognotti / Media
“Man, I thought the countryside would be a snooze, but it’s proving to be a […]

Burst O’Teh Web

Orbiting the Work of Scholars

/ Queen Mob / Letters & Essays
Those of you interested in Pynchon scholarship may have noticed that Orbit: Writing Around Pynchon, […]

Who Is the Arkham Knight?

BITCH BETTA HAVE MA MONEY-RIHRIH

/ Elias Tezapsidis / Misc
I want her brand so bad I would pay money I do not have for anything if it may include further proximity to her.

PAINTBYUSER.COM

LOST IN THE FOG: Thursday, 4/28

Chalk

Music Review: Desaparecidos – Payola

/ Brandon Hernsberger / Reviews
Conor Oberst's second album with the punk outfit raises some deep questions about activism and passivism

Poets Online Talking About Coffee: Darcie Dennigan

/ Queen Mob / Interviews
Number of hours that elapsed before my will sagged and I let myself add more than just that one word, which *would* have been so perfect: 8.

Metafiction, or the Ocelot

/ Melissa Frederick / Fiction
Point Ocelot and point Sawed-off Shotgun would have more dramatic resonance.

Burst O’Teh Web

LOST IN THE FOG: Wednesday, 4/27

Drinking Leftover Iced

/ A.J. Odasso / Misc
If misery loves company, then my preferred company is solitude on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

LOST IN THE FOG: Tuesday, 4/26

The Head

/ A.W. Marshall / Fiction
Upon entering its village, the Head willed children toward it, making them to its body, wrapping little Ian and Mark tight, twisted so their bones crunched and fit into a leg.

The Bend

/ A.W. Marshall / Fiction
Then the babies showed up. Three white baby corpses washed up one Tuesday morning.

Poets Online Talking About Coffee: Dana Levin

/ Queen Mob / Interviews
Poetry, jazz and coffee: that was it. It was 1986, and whatever was going on under the fluorescent tents of pop culture, I wasn't having it.

Just Farther Away

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
After talking to me all night at the 24 hr party in Montreal, where I screened Love Sounds, he says: You’re so exciting to talk to. I say: Yeah, well.

Sally Mann and the Body Farm

/ Jennifer Hensley / Reviews
Salon 615 lecture featuring Sally Mann interviewed by Ann Patchett