“My lighthouse is no longer lit, Virgil, Because there are no more boats to warn off. Five hundred years ago we landed here, And five hundred years ago we, well… stopped.” They say that nothing is original anymore, and oftentimes I am hard pressed to agree. Until now. The past year has seen little in…
“One doesn’t attract support before fighting, one fights to attract support. It’s a way of showing that things cannot continue as usual, of showing that resistance is possible.” The newest addition to the Science-Fantasy subgenre, New Weird, is Rjurik Davidson. His novel, Unwrapped Sky, is one of those rare stories that manages to blur the…
“In the kitchen Mom pours four glasses of wine. The bottle is half empty, which tells me she and Dad have been at it.” When I first heard about Zachary Jernigan’s work in short stories, I knew I had to pick this up as soon as possible. He was kind enough to send me an…
Acerbic Writing 