“The Transfer” by Julie Rea

Hannah’s husband, David, was watching a live interview of the deceased creator of Transference. “Hey,” Hannah said, her long, red, threaded-with-grey hair braided close to her head. She collapsed onto the couch, tired after a day of teaching. “Oh, right,” she said of the interview. “I heard that she died.” “Yep,” said David, scratching his beard. Although Dr. Jimenez was dead and had Transferred in her eighties after becoming terminally ill, she appeared on the monitor in the news studio as a deeply tanned woman in perhaps in her forties. Dr. Jimenez’s daughter, actually in the studio and looking like … Continue reading “The Transfer” by Julie Rea

The Chemistry of Mayson W. Burnham and His Surrounding Universe by Cavin Bryce

    Ninety-nine percent of Mayson W. Burnham is composed of these following elements: oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus. Roughly zero point eighty five percent of the Mayson W. Burnham is composed of potassium, sulfur, sodium, chlorine, and magnesium. As with all matter, an incredibly minute amount of  Mayson W. Burnham is composed of absolutely nothing- we’ll estimate here that 0.0001% of Mayson doesn’t even exist on an atomic level, that 0.0001% of him is utterly void of measurable building block materials.  Mayson W. Burnham is probably a physicist. Or a carpenter. Or a delivery man. Unless he … Continue reading The Chemistry of Mayson W. Burnham and His Surrounding Universe by Cavin Bryce

Manifestos: A Prose Poem by Wes Bishop

“Who runs the world?” I ask because I have complaints. The little man tells me the box for such things is down the hall. I stumble, clutching my manifestos. If only the masses would read these typed blueprints for utopia then the world would work, because I am a mechanic for reality! I get to the box, but it is closed. The sign reads— UNDER CONSTRUCTION. SEE WEBSITE FOR DETAILS.   So, I tweet. I post. I comment and I yelp.   I set my phone to vibrate text alert so if anyone comments their digital voice will trip the … Continue reading Manifestos: A Prose Poem by Wes Bishop

I Burned You a CD {Part Two}: A Psychopompous Samhain by M. Perle

              🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤 🖤   🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️ CLICK FOR “PLUTO SHITS ON THE UNIVERSE”   👻     🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇 🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇   CLICK FOR THE STORY OF “THE VIPER”   CLICK FOR HOTEL NOTE                   Continue reading I Burned You a CD {Part Two}: A Psychopompous Samhain by M. Perle

Cyber Pamphleteer: Imagined Stations, A Poem by Wes Bishop

  They insert their hands in my mouth, these passerby pedestrians in the in-between electric places that simultaneously exist but do not exist, (much like a deceased living cat in a physics experiment), and with errant fingers feel my tongue reading my words like braille chiseled on electric, hovering boards of keys. These strangers, bathed in blue white light, wade next to me in pools of infinite connectivity.   And they like me, and they share me, and they give me plenitudes of hearts, thumbs, and winking yellow faces, never before seen in other realms but the face of us … Continue reading Cyber Pamphleteer: Imagined Stations, A Poem by Wes Bishop

Deamon Love: Dennis Cooper by James Carraghan

On a whim I went to the blog I had not checked in on in a long while, only to find there was no blog. Everything had been replaced with a page stating that the blog had been closed down for violating terms of use. This was not in and of itself surprising: transgressive artists should expect to face censorship challenges. It would not be anything remarkable if not for what happened after. Things disappear off of the internet all the time. The real puzzle was the reason behind the disappearance, as well as the complete absence of a warning … Continue reading Deamon Love: Dennis Cooper by James Carraghan

Horror Paradise by Adam MacHose

Collective intelligence currently exists in the form of mobile devices, search engines, democratized content, and social media. A move from this current state to one where we are connected via implant would represent a dramatic shift in human condition, a grand unification into one unimaginably powerful cybernetic creature. This affects aesthetics in the medical sense. Would an implant network act like a sixth sense or utilize the usual five? Would these implants create a new connection between our mind and the outside world, or simply augment what we are seeing, hearing, feeling, tasting, and smelling? I’ll pause here to acknowledge … Continue reading Horror Paradise by Adam MacHose