Jules Archer
[FICTION] Cyberspace Soup Some creepy dude PayPal’s me $50 to watch me eat a bowl of soup. Over the webcam, he tells me to slurp it slowly. I wait for the...
[FICTION] Cyberspace Soup Some creepy dude PayPal’s me $50 to watch me eat a bowl of soup. Over the webcam, he tells me to slurp it slowly. I wait for the...
[CREATIVE NONFICTION] Bodies of Water While we danced the hora, my father was dying. My mother, sister, and I were at a cousin’s wedding in California wh...
[FICTION] The Gulf Stream Only one time, as a child, you swim in the ocean. “It’s a gulf, not an ocean,” he says. The salt air r...