How To Repot A Cactus
This is an article which was originally found in Vitalik's Botanical Occupation and Subjugation Manual, 7th Edition. I discovered it while rummaging around the house of a neighbor who had recently died. Nestled under an oriental rug, the book did not call to me but rather drew me in with an essence I, to this day, cannot describe. I have not been able to find a copy since and consider myself lucky to have found this one as it has provided me hours of enjoyment and untold benefits in terms of botanical endeavors. It is translated from the original Russian. BY BRENDAN MCINERNEY
Monday, June 24, 2013The Wink
What if my only purpose was to wink at that baby? Everything in my life so far leading up to it, preparing me intensely for its delivery. Learning the subtle art of that fine ocular gesture, for instance, from my friend Grace Baldovino's mother, in the aisles of St. Ignatius Church on 84th Street. The motorbike itself an art learned just weeks before. BY MARGUERITE IMBERT
The Noise
It's such a bummer for me, the way in which my dad was incinerated last week, along with our mule, the bad guys, and Aunt L. BY NATHAN DEUEL
Double Barrel
The TWO TEENAGERS head quickly through an empty field, dragging SUITCASES behind them. Ahead stands an abandoned BARN. Entering the barn, they take a moment to adjust to the dark, and then they see a MAN standing there in front of them. BY MATTHEW ROSS FENNELL
A Collective Hallucination
Lately, Pierre has felt his brain expanding. Growing lighter, as if swollen with air. This morning, a thrust against the roof of his skull. Last night, a pressure in his jaw. Before long, he suspects, the whole machine will burst. Words will trickle through his ears, scamper back into the world. BY LINDSAY STERN