When Rose Met James Michael


By Brian Mosher, Rose: Usually when a man offers to buy me a drink, my responses range from a curt, “No, thank you” to “Fuck off, you wanker.” I suppose you can take the girl out of Belfast, but she’s still Irish. I’ve never settled in one place long enough to establish a real relationship, […]

The Zone of Interest and Perpetrator Fiction

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By Leah Eichler, As a teenager, my mom used to treat me to a manicure if I promised to stop biting my nails. I bit them as soon as I could fit a sliver of nail under my teeth. I bit them even with the polish meant to taste like gasoline. I bit them until […]