House III
Fiction by Frederick Pace | It was a white house. It had four windows on the front side and four windows on the back side, facing a small garden and in the morning the sun as it rose. It was located in Wyoming
read moreFiction by Frederick Pace | It was a white house. It had four windows on the front side and four windows on the back side, facing a small garden and in the morning the sun as it rose. It was located in Wyoming
read moreFiction by Ryan W. Morgan | Jay *Boss* Dawson is not a hero. Broke and beaten down, he half-works a shitty government job while drowning himself in whiskey and chasing tail to pass the time. But when a fully-loaded Mexican cartel cargo drone crashes in the backyard of his little blue rental home, everything changes
read moreFilm review by N.J. Sloan | What’s apparent here, however, is the incoherence of this film under its own internal logic, and how irreconcilable this film is with its outward intentions, as expressed by writer and director Martin McDonagh
read moreFiction by Ryan W. Morgan | Jay *Boss* Dawson is not a hero. Broke and beaten down, he half-works a shitty government job while drowning himself in whiskey and chasing tail to pass the time. But when a fully-loaded Mexican cartel cargo drone crashes in the backyard of his little blue rental home, everything changes
read moreFilm review by Stilicho Americanus | Now that respect for the law is at its lowest point in recent memory, more and more everyday Americans will clamor for outlaws, rogues, and other off-kilter personalities so long as they prove capable of keeping the other bad men at bay
read moreEssay by David Gornoski | America is starving. It’s fat as hell but it’s starving. People talk about America’s increasing lack of state capacity. However, the crowning achievement of our modern ruling class has been its ability to endlessly expand the capacity of body fat around the world
read moreFiction by Ryan W. Morgan | Jay *Boss* Dawson is not a hero. Broke and beaten down, he half-works a shitty government job while drowning himself in whiskey and chasing tail to pass the time. But when a fully-loaded Mexican cartel cargo drone crashes in the backyard of his little blue rental home, everything changes
read moreEssay by J.W. Horan | It’s a distinctly American sprezzatura for a generation of men who care little about formal aesthetics, and it all says the same thing: we are young, athletic and effortlessly in control
read moreEssay by Nihil Fiat | Earl was tall, blond, strong and simple, and I’d carried a torch for him since our pimple days at Podunk High, back when he had curtained hair and braces. I remember sitting around homeroom and making him laugh so hard once, he doubled over too fast and smacked his face on his desk. I thought it was cute
read moreEssay by Hamilton Wesley Ellis | Big Journalism reaps what it sows. The industry may not be able to address its problems in a manner that proposes a solution on the horizon, but it sure can dole out blame
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