“Daaaaad!” screams a horrified Dylan McKay, the bright glow of flames reflected in his face as he watches his father incinerated by car-bomb. “No!” I shouted at the TV, watching …
A Memorial to Colin Ward, From a Fan by Josiah Hesse for Suspect Press Spring Issue 18: We all work so hard to create transcendent art, while you were a walking sculpture, oozing beauty and obnoxious charm, a priceless gallery piece in the medium of human biology.
