ART of the Solar System
ART of the Solar System #3
By Cody Schell
ART of the Solar System
By Cody Schell
Jack Morton
By Jack Morton Art by Arnold T. Blumberg Gran shuffles over from the stove, a thick, home-knit cloth protecting her hand from the black iron handle of the kettle. She pours over the dried brown leaves, and a thick, musty, homey smell rises with the steam. It smells like a
A Personal History of Horror Films in 101 Quirky Objects
by Vince Stadon “Have you never wanted to do anything that was dangerous?” – Henry Frankenstein Henry Frankenstein is an asshole. He’s not the worst asshole in Frankenstein, a film populated by assholes, but he’s up there near the top. Before we look at this gallery of jerks, I’
Malda Marlys
by Malda Marlys Artwork by Doan Trang My daughter haunts me. Her shadow lingers in doorways that are empty when I look. The cat, older than dirt, wakes only to yowl for her attention. Books tumble, sensible books she bought me for Christmas that I never read. They fall from
A Personal History of Horror Films in 101 Quirky Objects
by Vince Stadon “Remember, I'll be watching for you on the big screen.” – Irene I don’t know what Mulholland Dr. is about. I’ve watched it dozens of times—always thrilled by it, always seduced by it, always perplexed by it. Sometimes I wonder if the next
Chris Doty
by Chris Doty-Dunn Art by Arnold T. Blumberg 187 Begonia Avenue was depressed. The house had been happy once. As a starter home, a suburban oasis, a hospice. But since its last occupant had died, only raccoons and mice and a few splotches of mold lived under 187’s sagging
Vince Stadon
by Vince Stadon “Suzy, do you know anything about... witches?” – Sara Simms I’ve always found it a bit odd that, given it’s a medium of moving images, cinema—particularly Western cinema—favours storytelling above all else. Weird films with little regard to narrative are the preserve of the
Dan Peacock
by Dan Peacock Scott, I know this isn’t a good time for you, with the mysterious ultradimensional entities occupying most of downtown. But it’s not a good time for anyone. It’s taken me a long time to pluck up the courage to write this letter, but here
Vince Stadon
by Vince Stadon “What else am I good for?” – Håkan It’s 1982 and Oskar is a weedy, lonely, twelve-year-old blond boy who is being relentlessly bullied at school. His dad is an alcoholic who would rather drink with friends he brings home than be with his boy. Each day,
Lorraine Schein
by Lorraine Schein Art by Arnold T. Blumberg She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
Vince Stadon
by Vince Stadon “Would you believe me if I told you there was something inside of that rock we found tonight? Something that could wipe out this whole town?” – Steve Andrews In the ‘50s, the UK didn’t have hot rod racers, the atom bomb, or Steve McQueen. We had
Cody Schell
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