Red Lenses
Fiction by Frank Kidd | The bodies were damn near falling out of the back. Blood everywhere. Mangled flesh and bone. Charred uniforms that said the fighting had been up close and personal
read moreFiction by Frank Kidd | The bodies were damn near falling out of the back. Blood everywhere. Mangled flesh and bone. Charred uniforms that said the fighting had been up close and personal
read moreEssay by Semmelweis | The failure of Christianity—for hundreds of years if not for all of its history—is its failure to support men who would fight. And what has been the underlying problem with the American conservative movement since its inception? Men who will not fight
read moreEssay by Simon Rowat | In which your intrepid writer provides an overview of the state of play in the legacy literary world, knocking over a few of their sacred cows along the way, before going on to propose a movement in which we, society’s male, pale, and stale cast offs may turn a negative into a positive and finally start pushing back against the gatekeepers of Wokeopia
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 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 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 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
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