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Before the whole thing with the ovum, Kekoa and I volunteered at the food kitchen. His parents back in Hawaii told him he needed a job. If it didn’t pay, they’d compensate him for hours put in. This was back when you could get OC 80s for forty dollars, OC 40s for twenty, and forty…

Several waystations were confirmed lost, their final moments recorded by radio in a blast of static. Sometimes the loss was dramatic, broken and nigh incomprehensible voices going silent in the middle of a detailed warning. Other times the loss was quiet, an operator stepping away to refresh their coffee and simply never returning, the conversation…

“The avodion has existed in some form or another for millennia: both the Chinese and the Arabs can point to possible predecessors. To this day the French still insist that the device and its practice were created by Saint-Just during the reign of terror when a cannon loaded with soap suds knocked a guillotine into…

Back in your day they picked up hitchhikers, so you pick the man up. You could do with the company, even though he looks rough. Skin the muddy texture and fragrance of the dirt he must have been sleeping in, some nook in the rocks, the dirt smell a fond and clean smell, familiar to…

I butter the popcorn. I clean the butter machine. The bag runs out, and so I stick my head into its metal belly to screw in a new one. It’s a wet mess of plastic tubes and blood vessels inside there. The stench of congealing dairy blooms as I clasp and unclasp the nozzles. Before…

I read Indra Das’ The Last Dragoners of Bowbazar shortly after our non-fiction editor Karlo Yeager Rodríguez commissioned Shinjini Dey’s wonderfully insightful essay we ran in Issue #8. It was one of the best fantasy books I’d read in years so I was very excited about this interview. Indra spoke to me about everything from…

Censorship brings luck. Incredible, but true. Dario Argento. His name alone conjures up terror, gore, bloodshed and chilling soundtracks. On 6 June 2023, the British Film Institute, in collaboration with Cinecittà, decided to pay tribute to the director with a screening of his films at the Southbank arthouse cinema. In the interview he gave to…

I stand at the foot of the Palace Mall and its opulent towers, capped by Muscovite-inspired domes, looming before wispy, distant clouds. It was built in three days this past summer. Absent, then present, like May flies, mushroom heads, etc. A cricket chirps so loudly in the dying boxwood adjacent to the parking lot that…