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Love Jumpers

Love Jumpers

This Valentine's Day, Death Club Radio's Phil Ford considers the doomed romantic tradition of the Lover's Leap, and asks: where did this macabre folk legend come from? I like to think I am a practical, sensible person -- although many have told me otherwise -- but I...




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Dissociative Gaze Into The Abyss: A Sunday Essay

Is the revival of the 2014 Tumblr girl how the internet copes with the end of the world?  The dissociative pout, also referred to as the dissociative gaze, was first coined by i-D Magazine in the 2022 article “The cult of the dissociative pout” by Rayne Fisher-Quann,...

Enter The Rocky Horror-Verse

CRIMINOLOGIST:  I would like…if I may…to take you on a strange journey. ROCKY HORROR AUDIENCE ASKING:  How strange was it? ROCKY HORROR AUDIENCE ANSWERING:  So strange they made a movie about it. Hello Richmond. What are you doing the night BEFORE Halloween? My...

Muralists Leave Their Mark At Three Notch’d Friday

Richmond loves a good mural, and for many of us, the recent occurrence of RVA Street Art Festival's tenth anniversary reunion at the Canal Walk just whets our appetite. It's for us, therefore, that Three Notch'd RVA Collab House hosts the Leave Your Mark Mural Fest at...

The Theory Of Mural Return

RVA Street Art Festival celebrates the tenth anniversary of its first event in 2012 at the place where things began: the abandoned power plant along Richmond's Canal Walk where that first festival took place. The jury's still out on whether time really is a flat...

Meeting Meat Rain

In this special Black Friday edition of RVA Reader, Phil Ford tells us all about his long-running obsession with the time so long ago that meat rained down from a clear sky in Kentucky. It is that obsessive moment when you discover something you are compelled to completely explore, no matter how twisted or odd, and perhaps consistently look...

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RVA Reader: Mama Tried, by Clay Blancett

My girl and I talked it over and decided that since I was the one making hay in the sunshine, the registration stickers that came earlier in the week should go on my truck, and we’d use her car more at night. The sun was out, the sky was blue, but those streets out there were no less mean and the only way to get that money was to go out there...

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The Sunday Reader: The Count of the River James by A.E. Stallings

“Hannibal was the best. No comparison.” Zane shook his head at this. He was the kind of pale that if you looked long enough you might be able to make out the road map of the veins in his face. The dark circles under his eyes made him look as if he was permanently fresh from an altercation. His hair was neat, faded perfectly and slicked back....

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The Sunday Reader: Fearscape

The slight shock was what hurt the most.  He felt just a small one, behind his left ear. If he took enough of the yellow pills, the sting might go away.  But when he opened his eyes and looked around, he saw the same thing he'd looked at for the last two years.  White steel bars and white walls, with no decoration save the black and white...

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The Sunday Reader: Why do I care?

I remember some years ago, I was waking up on a futon in my grandmother’s house; drool clung to my mouth as allergies had forced my mouth open as I slept in my work clothes. I wasn’t planning on going to work though. I woke up and took a shower. My roommate at the time, who had recently been reunited with his mother and sister, complained that...

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The Sunday Reader: San Francisco

The moment you feel the blow -- the weight of his right shoe arc between your thighs and buttocks and strike your pubic bone -- you are looking at a picture book of San Francisco. It leans against a high shelf in the garage. As you are sent inches above the concrete floor, you are thinking about the city’s hills and streets, as you have since...

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The Sunday Reader: The Most Beautiful Girl In The World & Other Poems

Today’s Sunday Reader comes from writer and musician Ryan Kent and is one of the many poems found in his most recent anthology titled This is Why I am Insane.   98. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THE WORLD she told people she was           v e n u s collected rocks and other silly shit said this one was good fortune this one was for...

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The Sunday Reader: The Clock

5:51pm Visiting grandmother’s house was a weekly ritual in my family. Every Sunday we went to church, dinner, and then to grandma’s quaint little cottage just outside of town. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Grandma, but I dreaded these visits. Sitting on plastic covered furniture, being overwhelmed by the smell of mothballs, making small talk...

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