Technocracy Will Not Save America
Voter turnout is low. A growing number of people feel that the current form of American democracy is failing. But Technocracy is just Fascism with a college degree.
ISSUE 3, NONFICTION
FOOD WRITING, ISSUE 5
Cooking, Sex, & Everything In Between
It has been said that food is better than sex. It’s not better than sex, but the sensations, appetites, hunger come pretty close.
FOOD WRITING, ISSUE 5
Living Free in an Overproduced World
Freeganism tells us the world is ripe for the picking. A rejection of consumer culture that addresses food waste and saves completely edible, nutritious and delicious foodstuffs from the landfill. What exactly is a freegan? The word “freegan” is a portmanteau of the words “free” and “vegan.” It is a culture that generally wants nothing to do
FICTION, ISSUE 4
Body of Light
“The body of light, sometimes called the astral body or the subtle body, is a quasi material aspect of the human body, being neither solely physical nor solely spiritual…”
ISSUE 4, NONFICTION
The Future of Physical Love
It will only be a matter of time before the accessibility and readily-available nature of A.I. partners will supersede the time and effort it takes to impress a real one.
ISSUE 4, NONFICTION
Conversations with a Brothel Doorman
The veteran doorman of a popular St. Pauli brothel in Hamburg, Germany describes a night in Europe’s largest Red Light District.
FOOD WRITING, ISSUE 4
Food and Physicality
When tension that could be cut with a knife was used to make noodles instead. When we still wore clothes.
FICTION, ISSUE 4
An Exploration of the Night and Safe Spaces
They kicked the family out of the apartment upstairs and I saw them with their things on the side of the street. Everybody is looking for someplace safe.
ISSUE 4, NONFICTION
An Unfinished Exploration of Desire
We all know the things we want. We lust, we hide, we lie, we cheat, we need. We desire. It’s inherently, truthfully, human.
FICTION, ISSUE 4
The Depths of Finer Things
The first time I died, Ima tells me, the sun flared its great, fiery disc and swallowed the whole world in a moment. And everything that had been was then no more. The second time I died, it was at the hands of a grand, dark army, their bayonets through my stomach and heart. And when I fell their boots marched over my corpse as though a body that falls was never standing to begin with.