When Gods Disappear
The brothers were racing for the sun. What brothers don’t create such fantastic games of competition and daring, even when they are gods? Especially if they are gods. Jatayu and…
An illicit afternoon hike on a sunny day. What could go wrong? A short story from KtB’s new contributing editor.
When I got home, when I got the camera, when I jumped out onto the fire escape to take a picture, it looked like this. This is all that was…
We believe in cells and protoplasm and sex, and stench and dirt and slime
and screams in the night.