Apex Magazine
The LED clock beneath the dashboard glows 11:00pm. My heart pumps Four-Hour Surge through hellfire veins to combat the car’s lulling vibrations. My fists grip the steering wheel. Instead of...
Your Rover is Here
The LED clock beneath the dashboard glows 11:00pm. My heart pumps Four-Hour Surge through hellfire veins to combat the car’s lulling vibrations. My fists grip the steering wheel. Instead of...
Asya Yordanova created the terrifyingly whimsical piece, “Sacrament,” which is the cover of this month’s issue of Apex Magazine. Asya is a self-taught Bulgarian illustrator specializing in dark fantasy and...
Interview with Artist Asya Yordanova
Asya Yordanova created the terrifyingly whimsical piece, “Sacrament,” which is the cover of this month’s issue of Apex Magazine. Asya is a self-taught Bulgarian illustrator specializing in dark fantasy and...
What I saw last night, reflected back from the depths, was not my face. Not the one I see in the grime of The Medusa’s portholes, nor in the glint...
The Wreck of the Medusa
What I saw last night, reflected back from the depths, was not my face. Not the one I see in the grime of The Medusa’s portholes, nor in the glint...
In the beautiful and tragic “Daughter, Mother, Charcoal” by Akis Linardos, a woman grows up in the small confines of her home, repressed by a violent controlling father and a...
Interview with Author Akis Linardos
In the beautiful and tragic “Daughter, Mother, Charcoal” by Akis Linardos, a woman grows up in the small confines of her home, repressed by a violent controlling father and a...
When I was a little girl, Mum would wrap potatoes in aluminum foil, then put them deep into the blazing hearth between the coals and grandma’s bones. Mum would hold...
Daughter, Mother, Charcoal
When I was a little girl, Mum would wrap potatoes in aluminum foil, then put them deep into the blazing hearth between the coals and grandma’s bones. Mum would hold...
My Italian papa was from the Old Country, a godly place where “men were men” and “women knew how to behave”. In his mind, the purpose for my feminine existence...
What Underlies Our Conversations About Witches
My Italian papa was from the Old Country, a godly place where “men were men” and “women knew how to behave”. In his mind, the purpose for my feminine existence...
“I need you to walk the deep down,” Auntie Creo said, right before she cut off her left index finger and hung it around Rendezvous’ neck. “Take this with you....
Walking the Deep Down
“I need you to walk the deep down,” Auntie Creo said, right before she cut off her left index finger and hung it around Rendezvous’ neck. “Take this with you....