by Philip Runia *Published in Volume 6.5 of Fools Magazine The cheep-cheep of the bird outside is rapturous. Not quite a joyful song, but as if it were demanding or anticipating that something happen. Though I don’t have my glasses on, I can tell by the gray shade of the sky and the cool smell […]
*Published in Vol. 5 of Fools Magazine My coat is itchy.Wool isn’t supposed to feel that way.The finer kind, anyway.The warmth from his grasp has disappeared,separated by that old, yet familiar, barrier of isolation.A chilling shiver creeps through my veins,causing my spine to shake and my neck to jerk.The coat isn’t warm enough.It was expensive […]
*Published in Vol. 4 of Fools Magazine Clothes from another generation meet recycled bright blue eyeshadows and rosy red blushes – all in the name of embracing femininity. But femininity is synonymous with weakness, tainting this joyous experiment. As a result, many boys and men feign exaggerated masculinity so as to not disrupt our socially […]
*Published in Vol. 3 of Fools MagazineContent Warning: Sexual Assault *Name changed for anonymity I was late to my interview with Sloan*. The delay was an issue – “I was ready at two,” she said. The gritty memories of the porn industry needed emotional preparation to tell, and Sloan had been ready fifteen minutes prior. […]
Philip Runia