In the event it became necessary to start the new origin of life, we observed the machine. To disguise the machine, we filled the aboveground area (the machine was of course built underground), an otherwise abandoned field, with three hundred sky-blue dumpsters. The dumpsters were not dumpsters of refuse, butContinue Reading

Roger Camp is the author of three photography books including the award-winning Butterflies in Flight (Thames & Hudson, 2002) and Heat (Charta, Milano, 2008). His work has appeared in numerous journals including The New England Review, New York Quarterly, and the Vassar Review. He previously worked as a reference librarianContinue Reading

My Father My father is an outsider. One day he wandered into the neighborhood.  This is hard, to a degree, because he is likable, and I am not. He goes around to everyone’s house and you can always hear his name. I stay inside. My mother stays inside. My motherContinue Reading

Roger Camp is the author of three photography books including the award-winning Butterflies in Flight (Thames & Hudson, 2002) and Heat (Charta, Milano, 2008). His work has appeared in numerous journals including The New England Review, New York Quarterly, and the Vassar Review. He previously worked as a reference librarianContinue Reading

In the early stages of childhood development, well-adjusted children will come to the conclusion that they come from their mother. Maladjusted children will look into the darkness of the sky. Maladjusted children, as soon as they can walk, will cover their bodies in tin foil and run through the house. Continue Reading

Abstract:  Is “baby fever” a real disease? Is there a ticking “biological clock”? After a close personal study of two subjects, the findings of this paper set out to prove that baby fever is indeed a real and also deadly disease. Symptoms of baby fever were found to include: aContinue Reading

“Fungi are interface organisms between life and death” ~ Paul Stamets, an American mycologist Cryptococcus neoformans a heavily protected yeastthat looks like kiwi surroundedby a white halo on an Indian ink stain. Gay menheavily protectedwith a subculture that wards off bigotry. I am under the microscope of religious ideology. I breathe the air.TheContinue Reading

The Earth The explorer climbs a dune. And at the bottom sees a hole.  The hole calls up to the dune, Hello? The explorer shifts his feet. Sand seeps from under his feet and chokes the hole.  Eyeless, tongueless, I want you to kill me, says the hole.  The sunContinue Reading

She felt tired after walking so long, so she knelt down to rest by a pond. Then through the limpid water, she saw the reflection of her face and body. When she smiled, the reflection smiled back, and when she scowled, the reflection scowled back. Enlightened by the reflections, sheContinue Reading

Under crystal neon lights, in a darkened club on the shoals of some distant world, she dances. Her hips move like the tide and her neck extends and cranes about as if she were reaching upwards to drink from some tall hanging bloom. Her feet, though delicately burdened with sandals,Continue Reading