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...
[FICTION] All That Holds You In I’m on the X again. Yeah, that’s what I call it now – the X. It’s only the fifth time I’ve taken it in my life, which is ...
[FICTION] To a Girl, Age Eighteen The first time you slide your fingers down your throat, you meet hesitation. There is a gurgling in your stomach, and you do n...
[CREATIVE NONFICTION] Flea I am being proposed to and all I can think of are the panic attacks I had the summer before grad school. In my mind, I am in a restro...
[CREATIVE NONFICTION] Counting I don’t remember when I knew I was fat and knew it was a bad thing, a misstep, a failure. Maybe it started with my father forcing...
Around the time you realized something was very wrong you were still young enough to treat it like an unwanted houseguest. You’d just gotten old enough for...
I have a lover and he sends me messages that no one else can see. The last I heard from him, he told me to come find him. You know where, he said. I’ve bee...
Cosmic Promises