issue-03

Ask A Necromancer

A Fantastic Voyage Adam wants to know about “phases of decomp, assuming [a] cool/cold outdoor setting.” I love a good […]

The Universe eats itself until there is nothing but air and space nothing but you and me. I am the

I work in haunted houses. In this one, there was a child who drowned in the well. In that one,

I picture you at your typewriterimpossibly young in the blackand white world of the 1950swriting I Bury the Livingyears

I It goes up, forever. Changes the sky’s color.A howl in the sere grass. A death, root-sunken,resonates down into

Everything washes away,Red running down to silver against zinc.The tools are set aside. The voices stay,Locked in drawers at the

So it begins. And the play is conducted upon the gears of a clock. Constructed inside this ancient cathedral the

I hope this letter finds you ill. I write to you today having finally succumbed to the weariness that has