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“I am a carpet of pornography formed by discarded sex worker advertisements along the Las Vegas strip, circa 1995.” So begins Joel Page’s blithely surreal tale of sex, commerce, and the personification of the object.
Janie Le’s unsettling tale of postmortem injustice is, in its way, a seasonal telling for this solstice time of endings and renewal.
In Arizona writer Dan Schwartz’s skewed yarn, sarcastically chatty animal spirits offer no easy answers to life’s existential dilemmas.
“Memory of the Future,” Tobey Hiller’s takedown of demagoguery and the cult of personality in American politics, is rich in symbolism and revels in its absurdity.
Maria McLeod’s absurdly weird little fable turns an arched eyebrow at media spectacle in the latter-day Rome that is America.
L.S. Johnson’s chilling tale of pyschological horror is a seasonal gift from all of us at The Fabulist to you, the hapless reader. Happy Halloween!