Apex Magazine
Marcela Bolívar’s exceptional work once again graces the cover of Apex Magazine. Over the five years since our first interview with Bolívar, she has created new and fascinating works of...
Interview with Artist Marcela Bolívar
Marcela Bolívar’s exceptional work once again graces the cover of Apex Magazine. Over the five years since our first interview with Bolívar, she has created new and fascinating works of...
For New York at 6:48 in the evening, this building is strangely quiet. The one working light in the hallway flickers every ten seconds across the goosebump layers of glossy...
The Rat
For New York at 6:48 in the evening, this building is strangely quiet. The one working light in the hallway flickers every ten seconds across the goosebump layers of glossy...
Terra stands alone in the middle of the room, staring at nothing. She moves sometimes like someone dreaming, but never reacts. My poor sister, locked in her own world. “Terra?”...
Wake Up, I Miss You
Terra stands alone in the middle of the room, staring at nothing. She moves sometimes like someone dreaming, but never reacts. My poor sister, locked in her own world. “Terra?”...
The blade of Legrue’s scalpel flared in his headlamp’s narrow beam, casting glints of light across the slender hand strapped to his cutting table. “Deed done?” the woman asked, a...
Gift for the Cutter Man
The blade of Legrue’s scalpel flared in his headlamp’s narrow beam, casting glints of light across the slender hand strapped to his cutting table. “Deed done?” the woman asked, a...
When Tara awoke Thursday morning, her pillow had turned to marshmallow, gooey from the warmth of her head and the sunshine blazing through the window. Fruit rollup blankets slicked her...
Candyland
When Tara awoke Thursday morning, her pillow had turned to marshmallow, gooey from the warmth of her head and the sunshine blazing through the window. Fruit rollup blankets slicked her...
Cruising through western Michigan toward the lake for a family outing, under flawless spring skies and passing the odd barn or silo, a sign catches my eye, half-obscured by a...
Flesh Eggs
Cruising through western Michigan toward the lake for a family outing, under flawless spring skies and passing the odd barn or silo, a sign catches my eye, half-obscured by a...
Murder it is, Cristina de Ane thought as she gripped the condemned woman’s face. The woman, Jennery Flats, stood five hands higher than Crista, an impossibly tall human who moved...
The Ever-Dreaming Verdict of Plagues
Murder it is, Cristina de Ane thought as she gripped the condemned woman’s face. The woman, Jennery Flats, stood five hands higher than Crista, an impossibly tall human who moved...