Our bodies are mostly salt water, yet half of our race avoids the sand. Jeremy McKeen dissects a day at–and a refutation of–the beach. — All men hate the beach, going to the beach, and the idea of a beach day. Or maybe, all men hate sunbathing. Or maybe it’s that all dads hate the […]
12 feet to the pedal, 14.5 feet to the seat, and has been dubbed “STOOPIDTALL”.
This excerpt and the mounting advance praise for Jac Jemc’s My Only Wife has me excited for April 10th. “Ten years ago the narrator unlocked the door of a wrecked apartment, empty of any trace of his wife. As stunning as her disappearance is his response. He freezes on the facts of her, haunting his recollections. […]