From Issue IV: Luke O’Neil’s short story “Newburyport, MA” renders a memory in the timbre of modern experience, where diffuse horrors punctuate the everyday.
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From Issue IV: Luke O’Neil’s short story “Newburyport, MA” renders a memory in the timbre of modern experience, where diffuse horrors punctuate the everyday.
Read MoreRiley Tao shares a humorous piece of speculative fiction on the workplace discrimination experienced by transdimensional entities on a distant universal plane.
Read MoreThe latest in fiction: Max Rachimburg shares “The Law Mine,” a parable about the prevailing order. Is the law objective, divine, derived from nature? Or is it something we make?
Read MoreLucy Zhang’s “Outgrowth” is a surrealist fable, exploring themes of the biological, the body, consumption, and human bonding.
Read MoreCarl Harris writes with a piece of surrealist fiction about the townspeople that confront a new reality: a city in the sky, populated by an angel named Matt.
Read MoreAni Kayode Somtochukwu, in “Children of the Nkalagu Mine,” visits a beautiful world in which the dream of African liberation—peace, environmental justice, and genuine democracy—has been realized.
Read Moreby ish ibrahim. See Kyoko now, on a white roof with white plaster, pipes like candy canes jutting out, sealed at their base with white plaster. See the pipes spewing mysterious white smoke. There is a blue sky with occasional white clouds.
Read Moreby Whitney Curry Wimbish. Connie practiced her gratitude meditation as she drove home. If she listed everything to be grateful for, she would see how rich she really was, and she would get happier and happier. She tried to think of every single thing, right down to the fact of her existence. To life itself!
Read Moreby Isaac Black. I reached for my phone before I opened my eyes, a motion that had become automatic. It felt something like morning, and my awful, little screen confirmed.
Read MoreEric Williams “I probably should make a pilgrimage,” I answered. “He’s reckoned the best poet here.” “Best poet in Aznar Station?” Röntgen laughed and drained his coffee. “Well, I can arrange that too.” We strolled to the already bustling Plaza de los Pájaros. A long line had formed for the Axial. The cylindrical station mimicked…
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