Tully brought the skiff in from the south. The blue mountains of Maya’s feet rose against the sky, each toe adorned with a massive gold ring inlaid with cobras crowned with lotus blossoms. By the looks of the gold and white flags, the feet had already been claimed by the Vatican. It must have galled […]

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(i) Candlemas On the Monday, Grace put the advertisement for the new apprentice on the door of their chambers; on the Tuesday, she had a couple of interested, and uninteresting, respondents; and on Wednesday, it was the seven hundred and thirty-first Candlemas of the City of London, so Grace went out with all the other […]

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Transfer orders reached me in active storage—awake but shelved, and attentive only to the smaller sounds of silence: the hum of ventilation shafts, the occasional click of distant footprints, the minute grind of locks on other doors. Call them my meditative years—four and a half, give or take, since the last serious incident on Loris […]

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Bathsheba took me possessively by the hand once we reached the Roma Street Parklands. My captress had not needed words or physical restraints to bring me here, even if our journey had been somewhat delayed due to mutual satisfaction. She had unfurled her wings after a night of slow-dancing to an improbable Bollywood-rockabilly mash-up band, […]

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People most in need, need the most help, my father used to say. That’s what I thought when I saw the Corporate bleeding on my porch that night. I gave it a soft kick. It didn’t move, just lay broken in the firelight coming through my front door. But something moved inside the wound in […]

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In those moments before, in the dark of the woods, we were near perfect likenesses of each other: faces round and curious, not having lost the plumpness of youth; eyes brightened by the possibility that lay at the end of our journey; coats buttoned up proper and bags carrying all we thought we needed still […]

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The rap of metal upon metal rang within the small cabin, startling me. Knocking before entering was a courtesy the Jews on the transport neither expected nor received. “Rabbi Makal? The Captain requests your presence.” At sight of the officer, I nearly dropped my chumash, and the words of the Psalm were immediately forgotten. “‘Requests’, […]

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Three o?™clock in the morning, and Ria could hear the baby crying from all the way at the other end of the hall. Never mind paper-thin walls; the units in this building could have been constructed from eggshells. All it took was the slightest bump or knock for cracks to appear in the one coat […]

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No retrospective of New Gonzo journalism would be complete without this well-known early example, a piece that saved the career of the woman who defined the genre. We reprint it here as it first appeared in the October 2027 issue of Crunch magazine. At 7 a.m. on a bright Thursday morning last June, in the Mexican […]

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Freshman Year ‘It’s a very strange matter, fair maiden,’ said he,       ‘I canna blaw my horn but ye call on me.       ‘But will ye go to yon greenwood side?       If ye canna gang, I will cause you to ride.’ -Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight  My parents subscribed me to Out Magazine […]

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