the portrait hung on a wall — on which wall the Arachnoid cldn’t remember — it was long […]
but a spider is never more singular than when it dies in the very act of multiplication — […]
the Arachnoid is driving through the dead hours past high walls of yellowflowered prickly pear — through the […]
A spider in dreams is a symbol of the mother, but of the phallicmother, of whom we [sic] […]
When I approached poet Alina Ştefănescu about the possibility of doing an interview, the idea of discussing a […]
Sean lives in the Midwest and the Midwest lives in them; it’s mostly symbiotic. Twitter: Somniferously
Knowing her debut novel Disembodied was set for a summer release, a few months ago I approached writer […]
Last week, Minor Literature[s] published Voyages Divers, a story paying homage to Georges Perec by writer and critic […]
Where I come from, sex is something you have. That is, if you’re not ugly.* Where I come […]
In 2011, having finished my studies and with little idea what to do next, I left for South […]
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