A Southern literature & arts magazine bent on brain pain & reexamining what it means to scavenge for agency in liminal states of illness.
More-of-the-same-with-Mike Continuum
My brother’s body was found by his drug dealer on September 25, 2008. The dealer was a supposed friend, but later, when reading my brother’s texts, it became clear this “friend” was only tolerated because of his access to OxyContin.