Scene: An enormous rusted steel Möbius strip like Richard Serra would make.  Characters: Fourteen on the strip & two voiceovers off-stage. Also: a donut.  Movement: Everybody is on the strip in the strip just strip strip strip making love to the strip raking flesh on the strip staying true toContinue Reading

Ariel Kusby is a writer and bookseller based in Portland, Oregon. She currently works in the Rose and Orange rooms at Powell’s City of Books, where she pays special attention to children’s books about witches, odd cookbooks, and gnome gardening guides. You can check out her writing at Reading

The restraints snap taut, stopping me from springing out of the “coffin” like a jack-in-the-box and forcing my eyes to pop open.  Gasping, I float a hand to the cortex jack at the base of my cranium. The hook-up is barely attached–a millimeter farther would have spelled cerebral catastrophe. TheContinue Reading

A husband and wife lived in a house infected with a machine virus. The virus made inorganic matter reconstruct itself—every time it removed one part of the house, it added an element elsewhere. Nothing was lost—just rearranged. The house was perfectly livable; the couple simply switched rooms every few weeks.Continue Reading

Lucy wasn’t certain why things kept working out the way they did.  He supposed it came down to the fact that happy clowns were lucky clowns. For years it had been the same old drudgery.  Another day, another nightmare.  Bouncing around the known universe, peeping into little boys’ heads atContinue Reading

Oaktea has always been in love with every aspect of a book–from the design to its contents, everything contributes to the experience. She started making comics for the all-in-one art and words combination, and eventually started working in bookstores to feed her voracious habit, as well as her love andContinue Reading

It was dark and so quiet, so very quiet. It was late at night, so it was to be expected, but as I laid on my bed with the fire all died out and the air so still around me, it felt so empty, so lonely. The anxiousness of myContinue Reading

<Excerpts from a 10-year-old dream journal> We were in Africa. I lived in a super fancy house.  We walked everywhere. I was like this is impossible on a pogo stick.  I was on a long journey. I broke my arm. I was hanging out with hippies and the homeless.  IContinue Reading

I came to Japan for one reason only: to try the best sushi. Apparently a new place opened up and it was so the rage. My traveling partner was still fighting off jet lag so I set off on my own. The place wasn’t too hard to find, there wasContinue Reading

The house was expensive, endless, and normally boring. Cheap 1990s fake-hardwood lofts, fake antique ceiling fans. But it was the time of the great competition, and every room was full with NBA stars. Shaq was downstairs, sprawled out on a sectional, but it was a discount Shaq—the Shaq from Minecraft. Continue Reading