Category: Bad Survivalist

  • Bad Survivalist Poetry: “Dream Mechanics (non troppo)” by Haitian/Helena Jiang

    Bad Survivalist Poetry: “Dream Mechanics (non troppo)” by Haitian/Helena Jiang

    (I know nothing about mechanics and would not. But I know that)It wasn’t you who played chess with me that time, and it wasn’t chessbut the kind of marbles that could and are better used as bullets,letting go of and no return, now that I come to think of it, like we used to playpingpong…

  • Flash Fiction for Bad Survival: “How to Acquire Land” by Genevieve Murdick

    Flash Fiction for Bad Survival: “How to Acquire Land” by Genevieve Murdick

    The Young Knight picked her out of what they’d left of her village, when she was just six. After loading up on as much milk and grain and heirlooms as he could fit on two bags on a horse, the Young Knight had room enough for a wife—but not an entire wife—not yet; and he…

  • Fiction for Bad Survivalist by Russell Brakefield: “A Temple and a Church and an Ashram”

    Fiction for Bad Survivalist by Russell Brakefield: “A Temple and a Church and an Ashram”

    Julian had a way of falling into shadow even in the dark. As the fire kindled, he shifted in his camp chair, avoiding the flame’s oblong spotlights. “Are you cold?” I zipped my own coat higher and tucked my hair inside my hat, one of the green beanies I’d knit when I was pregnant with…

  • Fiction Review: Selene dePackh Reads Kurt Baumeister’s Sophomore Novel Twilight of the Gods

    Fiction Review: Selene dePackh Reads Kurt Baumeister’s Sophomore Novel Twilight of the Gods

    Getting swept up by Kurt Baumeister’s Twilight of the Gods is something like being picked up at the airport of the town you grew up in by a favorite sharply funny nephew with ADHD and a brand new driver’s license. If you agree to the tour, he’ll drive you through all the places that have…

  • Two Poems for Bad Survival by Jiji Lubis

    Two Poems for Bad Survival by Jiji Lubis

    Reluctant superhero eats brains for supper I sometimes butter them with diesel / and fry them at one-hundred-eighty-degree heat / for three hundred sixty seconds. / Or boil them in freezing rose water, / pricking them till they become mushy / as I wait for the water to boil. // Of course they seek to…

  • Bad Survivalist: “And Our Flag Was Still There,” a short comic by Jesse Bradley-Amore

    Bad Survivalist: “And Our Flag Was Still There,” a short comic by Jesse Bradley-Amore

    Jesse Bradley-Amore is a writer, cartoonist, and (occasional) improviser based out of Winter Park, Florida. His stories have been featured on RISK! and The Volume Knob. His comics have been published in Oyez Review and Action, Spectacle. Under his J. Bradley pen name, he’s the author of Teenage Wasteland: An American Love Story and has fiction in Short Edition dispensers. He’s…

  • Bad Survivalist Poem by Frances Mac: “What we lost”

    Bad Survivalist Poem by Frances Mac: “What we lost”

    was our car and supplies for a Girl Scoutsurvival—protein bars, extra underwear, a beliefin fossil fuels. It was not like the movies.You cannot whisper or roundhouse kickan entrance to test for danger. They don’t waituntil you’ve tiptoed inside to take a jugular.We scattered like buckshot when the firstscream sliced the air like a mandolin. You…

  • Poetry: Three Bad Survivors by Kristin Lueke

    Poetry: Three Bad Survivors by Kristin Lueke

    the idiot imagines the last year as her last on earth (at last) i watched my dog disintegrate, drank more water than god.thought about divorce but didn’t. get divorced i mean. imaginedwhat it would be like to move a sofa. i didn’t move a sofa.didn’t do a single puzzle i didn’t want to do. i…

  • Three Life Sentences for Bad Survival: Original Poetry by Susan Lewis

    Three Life Sentences for Bad Survival: Original Poetry by Susan Lewis

    From Each her deadlift limitation, to each her accordion need. Wandering towards wonder at the old one-two as if physics could say if not save the day, steal if not seal the deal, stave if not stow the dole drilled from the spoils of this ever spill. Weep if you think worse of anyone than…