
"These are the stories of my hometown and the inhabitants I came to know through dusty archives, in hallucinations and dreams."
"These are the stories of my hometown and the inhabitants I came to know through dusty archives, in hallucinations and dreams."
"My friend Mason once told me on the bus that a vagina was a 'butt in the front,' and this magazine is destroying everything I thought I knew about vaginas. These don‘t look like butts. They look like aliens. Or like alien mouths. Some of these women even appear to have teeth in their vaginas."
There are moments when the boundaries between dimensions blur. Time is elastic, & you can slip right through, finding the ground you stand upon dissolving, coming back into focus centuries ago. And nothing & everything has changed. We are born, we die, we weep, & we love, just as we‘ve always done.
"Young Tobias Wilcox was terribly obstinate... Little boys who believe in doing things their own way must be taught that there is a better way. The correct way. Mrs. Ravenbach‘s way."
"If this really were your last day, you'd want to spend it with someone, or doing something, you love. Don't ask permission. Don't wait until next week. Just go out there and get it."
A preview of the sick artwork from "At Night She Cries, While He Rides His Steed." This here is called a "dynamite montage"
The jacket for #Depth comes to life when you unfold it. And the story has the same effect. Nominee for the Private Eye Writers of America's Shamus Award!