“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.
In Arizona writer Dan Schwartz’s skewed yarn, sarcastically chatty animal spirits offer no easy answers to life’s existential dilemmas.
Bay Area poet, professor and publisher Hugh Behm-Steinberg brings us this sweet serenade of a yarn, in which the protagonist’s usurpation of a deity’s musical prerogative brings only more delight to the world.
Jenny Bitner’s latest yarn is a skewed but compassionate fantasy of love and convalescence, and of real life and death. It is a companion to her earlier contribution to The Fabulist, “Hansel & Me”; both are excerpted from her unpublished novel “Here is a Game We Can Play.”
California author Tantra Bensko returns to The Fabulist with this surrealist, briskly hallucinogenic vignette, showcasing her vivid prose and loopy, dreamlike plot constructions. (Image source: The Tucson Daily Photo.)
It was a sparkling morning in Bristol, in the United Kingdom, when a series of eyewitness social-media postings announced the end of the world. Was it a giant cephalopod? A flying saucer? The chatter and retweets put a funhouse spin on the spreading confusion, but the flames and destruction are decidedly non-virtual.