Fiction
Spring 1986
The Uncle
How much revolver would you need to kill a man? The question, accordding to the uncle, a former agent, had been studied, with insignificant results. A blighter dark against a […]
Fiction
Winter 1980
An Old Dance
The sun requires blood. Our dancers know how to signify that—stooping, hanging their arms down together like huge lolling tongues. We are, all four of us, enthralled by the lurid […]