Sometimes the best thing in the frame is the fish. Here are my nominations for the best fish of film and TV: Gail from The West Wing Ace newsman Danny wants to win over White House press secretary C.J. Cregg. When a friend tips Danny off that she loves goldfish, he doesn’t realize it’s the…
“The ghost can’t see though its eye holes, / this world and the afterlife / never quite lining up. / This is the night the dead / relive life’s annoyances.” Three poems by Glen Armstrong.
“He stops at your seat and asks for your ticket. You tell him you already gave him your ticket. He says, ‘Be that as it may, I still need a ticket.’ You suspect he does not know what ‘Be that as it may’ means.” New fiction from George Choundas.
“If only man was swept off the face of the earth, creation would go on so marvellously, with a new start, non-human. Man is one of the mistakes of creation—like the ichthyosauri.” OUCH. D. H. Lawrence holds back his criticism of neither man nor dinosaur in Women in Love, so I’m not going to bother with reverence either….
Mythic Indy, a new collection edited by Corey Michael Dalton, reimagines the familiar landscape of Indianapolis into something weirder, funnier, scarier, and stranger than the Indianapolis you already know. The anthology, whose proceeds support Second Story, features stories about aliens in the Indianapolis Zoo, cannibals in Tomlinson Hall, and the little-known tale of the Glendale penguins. But…
Mike Pence, man. Trying to make political hay out of a terrorist attack while dumping on immigrants (and war refugees, to boot). It’s hard to imagine a more quintessentially hard-right response to the recent attacks in Paris and Beirut. Well, except for Mike Huckabee, who recently ranted that “it’s time to wake up and smell the falafel”…
“I’m asking—no, begging—you to retire next year and become the next general manager of the Indianapolis Colts.” Matt Gonzales makes his case to Peyton Manning.
“I tacked a note to the door: ‘Superintendent working in apartment. Do not close door.’ Anyone seeing the note would think twice before entering. They wouldn’t rob a place with the super around. And the door would still be open for Andi.” New fiction by Michael Mau.
“He brings home her war glass first: easter yellows, pinks, blues. Her corner hutch follows (the glassware needs someplace to live).” New fiction from M.E. Kopp.
The Song “How Will I Know?”, a 1985 song penned by George Merrill, Shannon Rubicam and Narada Michael Walden, and sung by Whitney Houston on her debut album. It was originally intended for Janet Jackson, who astutely turned it down, perhaps instinctively sensing the cardio-spiritual mayhem lurking in this deceptively effervescent song. The Culprit “I…