Rosie’s Christine Taylor There’s a place down on old Route 66 out past free standing houses in The-Middle-of-Nowhere, Nevada, called Rosie’s. If you’re driving at night, you barely even notice the big acrylic sign bearing a red rose in bloom along with the name of the establishment. The single street lamp in front of the place is dim, yet it attracts every moth in town. The parking lot isn’t paved, just a clearing of dirt and gravel. But the joint is open and I’m hungry,

INSIDE OF A DOG a feature by Kate Dowling Sickness & Health I’m having a bit of a poorly year. Things started with a poorly winter. I had a cold a month from December to April, and a terrible flu that meant for a hazy 24 hours my husband woke me to take my temperature and encouraged me to take in some fluid. It was far from pleasant. Seemingly picking up every cold bug going is not a great state to be in, but it’s just bad luck and getting sneezed on whilst travelling by bu

"INSATIABLE" BY KILEY LEE ISSUE FIVE: HUNGER Letter from the Editor A woman gnaws away at herself, each anxious bite at her lip or inner cheek diminishing her. Mile-a-minute devours a city, leaving people fumbling to figure out the new plant-based ecosystem. A chef steals his lover’s feelings and memories, uses them to flavor his dishes to great acclaim. These are the sorts of work you will find inside Rhythm and Bones Volume 5: HUNGER. Any further summary of the stories, poe

Green Day Logan Rie Webster Kris tried to imagine what Philadelphia would have looked like Before. Her parents had barely survived the cataclysm, and had told her stories from Before, but she could never picture it in her mind’s eye. All she could see was what this place had become, trees that had lined the streets had taken over, tearing up the asphalt in great chunks. Those skyscrapers that had managed to stay upright sprouted all manner of greenery from their dilapidated w

Between Four and Six Katharine Coldiron Every afternoon between 4 and 6, I get so hungry I cannot sit still. Nothing I eat satisfies me, not toast or cheese or peanut butter or fruit or an entire bag of microwaved popcorn. My boyfriend asked me to stop buying chips and crackers at Trader Joe’s. We don’t live together, but he visits a lot. He told me snacks always disappeared before he had a chance to try them, so I ought to stop wasting money on them. “I just get so hungry,”

"Crystal Feeding" "The Large Dog" _________________________________ Uma Breakdown is an artist and writer with research interests in the economies of horror and play. They are presently a PhD candidate at Northumbria University in the north of England and under the name Ralph Dorey have recently delivered academic papers on topics including role playing games, queer feminist post structuralism, and The X- Files. Recent exhibitions include: Online commission "The Inhuman Ecsta

AFTER SEX DELICACIES NEEL TRIVEDI The killer had a pattern. Maybe it was a little too simple for the average serial killer. Some might even call it a cliché. But it worked, at least for the first few victims. Pick up someone with the least contribution to society. Prostitutes fit the bill perfectly. Kill someone useless, Papa always said. Someone who's wasting their lives away. That way you'll sleep better after the job and your conscience won't nag you. Next on the list was

A Life Like Everybody Else’s *originally published in Storgy Christine A. Brooks Once upon a time, a young girl, skinnier than most, plucked clay pigeons off the ground of a mostly empty rifle range while her father poured himself another beer at the lodge down the hill, just out of sight. As the brisk wind turned her spindly arms to chicken skin, she wished for a life different than her own. She imagined bears fishing, hawks circling overhead screeching their lonely cries in

Cover art: "Insatiable" by Kiley Lee ISSUE FIVE: HUNGER Main Editor: Charlie Allison Letter from the Editor Meat-Hook Hungers - Alison Gerhard Better to Eat You With - Hannah Gordon When Shadow-Beasts Stalk - Malina Douglas Between Four and Six - Katherine Coldiron Tiffany's Breakfast Club - Fi Smith The world tastes of metal - Evan James Sheldon Five Scenarios for Three Sisters - Joanna C. Valente Green Day - Logan Webster Do I Look Like a Confessional - Kristin Garth paired

Better to Eat You With *Originally appeared in Jellyfish Review Hannah Gordon I. Prep At nineteen you start dating a sous chef, and he teaches you words like emulsion and dredge and chiffonade and crème anglaise. You like the last one the best because at first you think it’s one word, and then you think its “crèman glaze,” and all of these unfamiliar things that he knows so much about are as delectable to learn as they are to eat. He cooks for you often. Steaming piles of jas