The Beating Barrel by Guy Barde

The eleventh hour comes this evening, where’s our honored despot? Beckon him come hither, I am in the courtyard with guillotine and rusted metal spear-

The clouds this morning dark, like this bloody wretched day: Hear the children… Read full post »

  ARTIST-AT-WAR MANIFESTO

by ELLE COMANDANTE

You are going to die.

It's happening right now, slowly your big ugly brainpan is emptying. Soon it'll be barren and boring.

BAM! You are to blame. It’s… Read full post »

 ZTN Disclaimer: Doc Clive is illegitimate and dangerous but he’s the only bat-shit crazy-ass scientist we’ve found willing to write for free. Consider yourself warned/lucky. 

Hello and greetings! Let's get straight to the science. 

Toda… Read full post »

DRACULA'S GUEST 

A Short Story by BRAM STOKER 

When we started for our drive the sun was shining brightly on Munich and the air was full of the joyousness of early summer.

Just as we were about to depart, Herr Delbruck (the maitre d'hotel of… Read full post »

The big and the little seldom hold one another.  Read full post »

“He’s out there somewhere in the night. The man with his fingers on the strings. The strings that strangle me, that murder me, that break my fucking heart.”

           —from The Man with the Tattooed hand 

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[Translator’s note: The following was written, in russian, on several carefully folded napkins. It was discovered in Berlin after the wall came down.] 

“I’m stoned: At least five hours baked. Brownies are on the stove, coffee’s almost done. Oh my god the fi… Read full post »

The homeless man beneath the ivy wants to know my name. I pass him the joint I rolled an hour earlier.

“Fred, man.” Pours out of my mouth, shrouded in smoke, hot to the beat of percussive spasmodic coughing.

“Freidman? You sound like… Read full post »