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Interview with Cover Artist Adrian Borda

by on Apr 7, 2015 in Nonfiction | 0 comments

This month’s Apex Magazine cover artist is Adrian Borda, whose surreal and imaginative works offer a fascinating look at life. His work often explores heavy emotions through inanimate objects, giving life to the otherwise lifeless. APEX MAGAZINE: Many of your pieces, including this month’s Apex Magazine cover, “Life is a Dance in The Rain III”, feature mechanical items performing human actions. What are the challenges of giving emotion and humanity to otherwise inanimate objects? ADRIAN BORDA: The challenge is to arouse the viewer’s interest so he’ll project himself into the scene. I believe it is more interesting to make a projection into an inanimate object than into...

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there must be a surefire way to separate the ravens from the crows

by on Apr 7, 2015 in Poetry | 0 comments

“at least” is the phrase apologists use to characterize icharus icharus, so white his teeth, icharus, so straight his gait, his cell phone coverage, great, at least they say at least the sea, at least the chariot wheel, as if those poor teeth were even covered there in ancient greece, the fried chicken spots on the toga, the shadow of icharus the slow strum of feathers that are hardly worth noting except when they are finally moving, as they renovate the sky, except when lazing about, viscous and thick, accept the thin hips and whiteness of feathers, be in the moment, down which is to say, as a child, i never worried much about dragons, here bees would see in colors i...

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The Multiple Lives of Juan and Pedro

by on Apr 7, 2015 in Poetry | 0 comments

two children asleep in each others’ arms by the gutter, wreathed in tetrapaks and plastic bottles in the wake of the flood their bodies the color of mud coated in mud one’s face buried in the other’s neck one’s arm snaked beneath the other’s sando their lips the color of cigarette ash and grime from the river that tucked them into bed * Juan with cataracts in his eyes puts down the blade he has been using to slice sugarcane it is the part in the story where the mayor comes to be unreasonably rude and to threaten Juan’s beautiful teenage daughter who will be shown no mercy and diyos ko it’s that bit where the goon comes to crush Juan’s bones Juan’s spirit Juan will cry...

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Never Enough Farmers! Class and Writing Fantasy Novels

by on Apr 7, 2015 in Nonfiction | 5 comments

It always starts in a bar. The barmaid (always buxom) has been serving beer since the church bells rang, precisely at five. Inside, the minstrel has been playing his lute, and the blacksmith drinking one stein after another. The door opens—in enters the mysterious, cloaked thief they’ve been waiting for. And now, the quest can begin! And here’s where I start thinking, Not this again! As a literary agent, one of my most common tasks is reading manuscripts from the slush pile. I’m also a historian who writes about the history of the middle class. Because of these two occupations, I’m very aware of historical errors in fantasy literature—not so much getting the facts...

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Slow

by on Apr 7, 2015 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

(4800 Words) From her mouth exhales some warm magic that sweeps the marble dust away, and this is the first thing he sees, though he does not quite understand that he sees: her lips with their red stain worn away, paled in a utility light’s blaze. Below her chin a dust mask snares her throat. Another breath and she sets the chisel again, raises her mallet, and delicately, deliberately, she chips the scales from his eyes. * Sometimes there’s only a range of floorboards, slats of dust-dulled wood with starred prints from her shoes tracking diagonals across. Light reaches over, fading from left to right throughout the day, from nothing to a distorted symmetry of eight...

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