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- From now until February 16th we are OPEN for submissions!This issue is now closed for submissions.It's a new year and that means a new theme cycle. But not just a new year, a new decade. It can't be 2020, surely, that's a science fiction date. That's the future…! And that's […]
- Welcome to issue 25, where we take on time travel. This was one of those issues where I really could have done with a time machine to keep everything on track but it’s here and, thanks to our authors, it’s terrific.One of our authors, R.S. Bohn, said she thought time […]
- by R.S. BohnA skull that fits entirely in her palm, with the downiest hair. He gasps, a single indrawn breath. Almost louder than the footsteps in the hall. Almost.The closet door closes, and she counts.*Six elephants sway above the crib. He glances at the window – still nailed shut.Son in […]
- by Lara Haynes FreedBy accident, she learned she could Visit. It frightened her and she stopped.But over time, the desire to Visit arose on an internal tide of weariness. Ennui. Maternal angst. That desire was a cumulative response: to eye-rolls, to rhetorical sighs. Phones always in hand, teenage attitude. “Whatever.” […]
- by Clare O’BrienNovember 5th. She hesitates by the window, wanting to be out there to welcome him off the ship. She can almost feel his deep laughter, his delight.Remember, remember. Her memory stands guard but the future frightens her. She’s lived it already, after all. She knows she can never […]
- by Katie KentStanding outside the cafe, my heart raced. He’d told the story of how he met my mother again and again. She always stayed quiet, but her smile suggested happiness. I knew better nowadays. It came out when I found her crying. He’d been hitting her for years, destroying […]
- by Voima OyThe woman at the phone store handed Henry back his phone. "I'm sorry," she said. "That model is obsolete. You need an upgrade.""But I don't want an upgrade," he said. "I want Stella back. Our messages are gone! It's like I lost her again.""Of course," she smiled in […]
- by Alex Minns“Ten-minute window,” they call. I’m already in my outfit: Victorian butler, again.“Do we know where it is?” I call up to the supervisor as I near the jump portal. He gives a shrug.Biting my tongue, I wait for the countdown: time travellers are idiots. The flash envelops me.I’m […]
- by Joseph DavidsonWhen I was young, Calvin and his tiger taught me a cardboard box could be a time machine. It didn’t work for me. Angry, I piled up those books and burned them.As I turned thirty, life fell apart. My love left. My dog died. No job. I found […]
- by Sharon Frame GayShe kills me every day. I loop round and round in time, coming back to the moment when she backs her car into me as I cross behind her with the groceries."John! Oh John!" she cries, as the oranges and apples roll under the rear tires. The […]
- Author: Dr. Ross Clare The craft is the size of a small country, a monument to the colossal space-missiles of classic science fiction. The humans aboard hope that, as was always the case with those rockets of the imagination, this ship will achieve the impossible and leave Earth forever. At […]
- Author: Glenn Leung Veritum was founded before Earth went dark and like other human colonies, formed its own ideas on how society should function. Absolute truth was central to Veritumian life. It only took a few philosophers to take in-person interactions out of polite society. There’s too much nuance arising […]
- Author: Mark Renney I once had the Anti-Bad. A petty criminal, a repeat offender I was deemed suitable. Someone who couldn’t help but help himself. They made me an offer and I didn’t refuse. The prospect of prison, of another chunk of my life diced and cubed behind bars, was […]
- Author: Jae Miles, Staff Writer When you were Josie and I was Serena, not J0513 and 53R3N4: silly affectations to make us ‘more robotic’. Back then you had hazel eyes and brownish-red hair. Now you’ve got blue optics and dreadlocks made from braided string. I’m still jealous of that find. […]
- Author: David Barber “What you mean, we can’t land?” The Captain looked about, bewildered. The flatscreens and yellowing presskeys of the Pilgrim’s bridge were from a bygone age. People stepped forward one at a time, shy, yet proud of their empty titles. Shaking hands seemed to be important. This one […]
- Author: Gwynne Weir We looked at each other; the native and the alien. She (‘it’ didn’t seem like a polite way to refer to the creature, even in my own head) kept her eyes locked on mine, her whole body taut. I didn’t blame her; I’d come crashing into her […]
- Author: Moriah Geer-Hardwick It was early morning when the impact woke her. Although muted by distance, there was still enough force to send an ominous tremor through the center of her chest. She clutched at the spot, even before her eyes opened. Patiently, she waited for the darkness to ease […]
- Author: William Gray Look, we don’t have much time here, okay? Corporate really cut corners on these new spacesuits. That ripping sound is not reassuring…I’m pretty sure I’ll get a view of Earthrise before….well… This all began years ago. After earning an expensive, useless University degree, I found myself sitting […]
- Author: David Henson When earth passed through the Great Inter-dimensional Anomalous Wave, everything went blurry. After things cleared up 56 hours later, it was a different world. Great Grandpappy Goose was one of the last to remember when the world had three spatial dimensions. He said everything about living in […]
- Author: Anthony Nguyen I woke up outside my body. My husband welcomed me onto a server called dasn.incorporealliving3.mw. Like normal, my mouth moved and words emerged,”Hi John, it’s been a while.” “Yeah babe, ya don’t have to be so formal.” “I feel like I’m breathing while I’m talking.” “They programmed […]
Abyss & Apex
- Dead Star: Tri-Star Empire Book 1 by Simon Kewin Selene Ada is rescued, unconscious, from her homeworld. The […] The post A&A Reviews DEAD STAR by Simon Kewin first appeared on Abyss & Apex.
- Here, There Be Monsters (Dark Quest) by John L. French I first met the book’s protagonist in a […] The post A&A reviews HERE, THERE BE MONSTERS first appeared on Abyss & Apex.
- Forgotten Sidekicks (Grimbold Books, Kristell Ink) Edited by Peter Sutton and Steven Poore This themed anthology is […] The post A&A Reviews FORGOTTEN SIDEKICKS first appeared on Abyss & Apex.
- Margaret Kingsbury https://www.abyssapexzine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/10-Margaret-Kingsbury.mp3 After I reach the end of a fairy tale For a moment, I could not remember some magic I’d left […] The post After I reach the end of a fairy tale first appeared on Abyss & Apex.
- Rebecca Buchanan Excerpt from The Explorers Guild Essential Handbook: Librarian’s Edition [Subsection I: 1-9 “Appropriate Attire and Supplies”] Apprentice librarians should take […] The post Excerpt from The Explorers Guild Essential Handbook: Librarian’s Edition first appeared on Abyss & Apex.
- Alan Ray Simmons People Dropping Dead in the Mall Parking Lot I pass three dead bodies in the mall parking lot, people […] The post People Dropping Dead in the Mall Parking Lot first appeared on Abyss & Apex.
- Jennifer Crow Villa Abbandonata Everything becomes ‘after’ at this point, when doors hang open on broken hinges and luxuries large and small grow mold, […] The post Villa Abbandonata first appeared on Abyss & Apex.
- M.C. Childs https://www.abyssapexzine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/6-M.C.Childs.wav Those who leave Hexagram Pi, Holding Together Earth embers glimmering, we circle the campfire called Saturn. We kindle each other. Those […] The post Those who leave first appeared on Abyss & Apex.
- David C. Kopaska-Merkel Flying The wax held Despite the heat But his arms were so tired! He dodged prominences bigger […] The post Flying first appeared on Abyss & Apex.
- Ann K. Schwader Dark Matter Haunts Us Dark matter haunts us, night by night, implacable as Marley’s chains, equations never coming right. That […] The post Dark Matter Haunts Us first appeared on Abyss & Apex.
Feed displays only poetry.
- Terraforming Mars K. A. Williams Terraforming Mars brought back wildlife and plants to the dead world.
- The Gray Man K. A. Williams He comes to warn us Gray Man on Pawleys Island The hurricane’s here
- Robots K. A. Williams Robots Loyal, smart Protective, enduring, mighty Man’s new best friend Androids
- The Robot Soldiers K. A. Williams The Robot soldiers Our only line of defense Aliens attack
- octo-squatch has eight furry legs and a furry head the Basque mountain roads get cold best wear a Squatch Skin coat. * Tahoe Tessie’s on a tear! Took off with Mawsie’s underwear! * the Lake Van Monster – kin to the Mosasaurus – snagged…
- The Settee & The Stairs David Barber Author Sea Chart, insisted the old chap, a stroke making words slippery as soap, though we had come to an understanding, like a glimpse of sky through forest canopy: a séance friction writer from his youth, famous…
- On the Recycling Day Yuan Changming One neighbor took out a blue box Full of cat skulls and dog legs Rather than glass or plastic bottles Another carries out a yellow bag Containing human bones, mostly children’s Instead of magazines or paper products A…
- (R)Evolution Yuan Changming As giant ants march ahead in nightly arrays Demonstrating against the ruling humans Along the main street of every major city Hordes of hordes of vampires flood in, screaming Aloud, riding on hyenas and Octopuses, waving skeletons In their hairy hands,…
- Speciating Yuan Changming There are still sapiens on Earth. Often do we remember and feel more than proud that only we Godlings exist – the most sophisticated & most exquisite human-robot compounds. It is true that occasionally we cannot help recalling one or two…
- Towards Gaxyland Yuan Changming Come, come You peng from the Zhuangzian northern darkness You swan from the Horacean meadows You pheasant from under Li Bo’s cold moon You oriole from Dufu’s green willow You dove from the Dantean inferno You phoenix from Shakespeare’s urn…
Anathema: Spec from the Margins
Animal: A Beast of a Literary Zine
- By Wes Parish Subman to the Rescue! He slips into the telephone booth, out of his suit, into his bearskin. He charges down the street, through all the traffic, as though they’re not there. He hears the shouts:
- By Umiyuri Katsuyama – Translated by Toshiya Kamei My grandmother used to tell me tales of a past long gone. My favorite one concerns my grandfather’s return from his border deployment. I would beg Grandma to share her stories over and over again while nibbling at a peach by her side. […]
- By George Nikolopoulos The journey was an endless ordeal, but I cherished every single moment of it. Through wormholes and black holes, hyperspace jumps and subspace crawls, in the face of all my duties and yours, we had the blessing of working together, confronting all our hardships together. "My limbs […]
- By D. Milne Jenner knew the Timeshifthub could unpick his past. Not everything, that would be too draining, but there were a couple of things he would be glad to expunge for ever. The text he had sent Juby on her birthday. How he wished he could unsend that. And the night at […]
- By Kevin J. Phyland The clock is ticking. Time is still moving forward but for me the countdown has begun. I've got a secret. I've been stealing from you for years. What's that you say? Oh, goodness me no. From everybody! Of course you haven't noticed anything missing, that's the […]
- By Benny Thang My body shivered and convulsed as my aching eye pried itself open and, through the haze, stared at the creature that had woken me. It reared its regal-slick black-gold body and swayed to the sound of its own hissing. The cobra undulated, its yellow hood flaring augustly […]
- By Shaun A Saunders “I'm afraid that you're focussing only on the 'dis', not the 'able'!” That was about all the nonsense I could take. I screwed up my face, closed my eyes, shook my head. And that was about all I could shake, albeit very slowly, gently. Unfortunately, when […]
- By Michael T Schaper A little while ago, in a distant little unhappy republic, it was decided by the ruling despot that the government needed to know more about its citizens. The people, the president and his advisers resolved, needed to tell their stories to their ruler. Not via the […]
- By Ben F. Blitzer Elmore shuffled back into his bedroom of the retirement village. He saw the Italian lying on his bed again, his eyes fixed to the ceiling, about to nod off. Elmore told him to take his shoes off the bed. The bed belonged to Elmore. “They’re clean,” […]
- By Roger Ley Mary woke, floating tethered in her sleep sack. She felt more relaxed than she had for months, now that she had been alone for a while. The latest Soyuz had brought supplies up and taken back the three other occupants of the International Space Station as they […]
- by Gary Gould
- by Aeryn Rudel
- by Alex Lubertozzi
- Welcome to the Scholomance!
- Lovecraft. Lovecraft. Everywhere.Lovecraft is a titan of the horror genre. No one can deny the lasting and far-reaching grip of his legacy. However, he was a commercial failure in his time. He had a pretty miserable life and he felt pretty miserable about his life most of the time.
- And a Halloween Double Feature
- by Harambee K. Grey-Sun
- by Carl Gable
- Only a few days left to get your stories in!
- by Serena Jayne
- All day the queen has been chattering in my ear. / I cannot complain; I invited her. / Truthfully, I’m too fond of her—her buzzing shakes something deep in me / And I want to respond with my own cry. The post Bee poem appeared first on Arsenika.
- אדם יסודו מעפר וסופו לעפר In the first world, the chosen people had crafted them of mud, and flame, and Word. Cracked clay limbs had softened to flesh, and the Messiah—both elder and child—had awoken to song: Odem yesoydoy meyofor vesoyfo leyofor. Man begins in dust, and ends in dust. […]
- Not much. Only everything. The post He Tears His Hair and Asks Me What I Want appeared first on Arsenika.
- convinced me to connect the constellations on your backbehind seaweed curtains and underneath sea glass lanterns.the sea called me, with the promise of soft skin and cerulean eyes.our home was a house on stilts, overlooking thecopper water and sharp sand. careful, you said as you showed me where to place my […]
- empty streets: / I make illegal left turns at red lights. / the moon bursts and bruises: / a plum as the aftermath of violence / hanging over the web of glowing street lamps. The post Lover, You are the Vampire appeared first on Arsenika.
- Later, when you ask the woman you remember as the one with a bloody mouth why she saved your life, she says it’s because she didn’t mean to hurt you. You didn’t ask to be saved. You also didn’t ask for your legs to be crushed, and her bloody mouth […]
- View original. The post Medusa appeared first on Arsenika.
- The Arsenika submissions portal includes an optional demographics form for people to fill out. The following data was collected between July 2019 and April 2020. Over that time, I received 1,650 submissions of prose & poetry and 111 responses to the demographic survey. As writers can submit multiple pieces for […]
- Arsenika would like to thank the following people for their support on Patreon. You make this magazine possible! PhosphoraDave NitrogenaErin Hartshorn, Nila Fhiosagam The post The Antidote appeared first on Arsenika.
- Things vanish in the Wildermere. The usual, expected things—livestock, the occasional person—but also the less conventional. The less tangible. You walk to the border between this world and that, stand in the tangled underbrush, and peer between the gap in the ancient redwood trees. And something is snatched away, leaving […]
Astral Waters Review
The Blue Pages
- . . .GrowingAnxiety is hereditary. That seems to be the case. We pass down so much to each other. Boomerangs and hula hoops, these are no longer toys and we are no longer children. Though the world is so vast it makes us adolescent again or maybe we never grew […]
- . . .Death Minus 15I don't want to die but I don't want notto so I guess that means I'm still alive–I said as much after Sunday School toour teacher, Miss Hooker, before I saidSo long, see you next week, that's next Sunday,but I never really got the chance tosay […]
- . . .Note about the following blue page, from the author: These short poems are acrostics from a project called POND. This is a one-year-long project. Every day, at different times during the day, I visit our pond with notebook and camera in hand. I jot down some notes, and […]
- . . .Tiny, Little Horrors=a flash memoir seriesby Jane Hertenstein*Once walking in the woods I stepped on a snake, a black rope come to life beneath my feet. I sprung back in fear, but it soon disappeared, slithering into the tall grass. Always after that I would look out for […]
- . . .FROM THE ELEMENTSby Norbert Kovacs The earth rises against the man as he takes his hard steps. Rock erupts in huge shaftsbefore his feet so he cannot walk straight. The man cries in frustration, "An unfair land!"A grinding noise drowns his words and the cries of his […]
- . . .UntitledBones indigo,lacking a piece of earth.inside your mouth of stars.My body, a tremor of zodiac signs.Like a Taurus blooming.You sprinkle luston my bosombubbles of thin colours,a 4 am moonlight sigh.Tender mouths of mud and water,unborn fruits of the ultimate kiss.This is us.My hips now like a parched lake.I […]
- . . .To kick off the third volume of Blue Pages, we have on view a set of fifteen resplendent photographs taken by Fabrice B. Poussin. Which one catches your eye the most?A Good ReadChapel TimeExperimentFallenGiftIllusionLearningNew DiscoveryOddityParadoxPlanetary SystemPromiseSeeking StarsThe AbyssWhere She ResidesFabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. […]
- . . .Hydrangea / 小さな複雑な森 © Jumy Mmouths ajar are what i fearmetal rodsbarrier from the outsideworld frolicked in my eyesfeet scamperedlaughs churning in the pitof my stomachharrowing like shardschildren riding theirrespective seesaw seatsi blinked, reality shookmy world caged inside thehouseno one to laugh with
- . . .Hone the Dormouse’s TenureCan you hone fattish your crested sourdough and not lengthen its walrus?Can you mallet your breeches solid as a bacchanal?Can you wither your dateless misanthrope fresh off Dutch cheese?Begrudge thistles […]
- Listen to Casimir reading his awesomely-titled poem "Poem In Which I Do Not Tell My Enemies How Long I've Been Staring At This Grapefruit Tree" – originally published in Burning House Press, November 2018.
The Bombay Literary Magazine
- Library of Olan The Library of Olan turned upside down when bombs of tear gas were thrown into its dusty rooms. The intention was to smoke out those who refused to leave their obsession of biting into tomes, and licking the pages of ancient erotica. To fill the library with […]
- The day of the fitting I enter the basement of the Spinal Injuries Hospital. It is white, walls and a bed and a curtain. Mom is holding my hand. There is a doctor, also in white. He does not look at me. He says namaste to Mom. He dips his […]
- Delicious Vowels This is how you sound. Like strips of indecipherable syllables floating inside a lullaby. This is how you taste. Like the first breath of air a drowning man sips when he is finally free of the echo of the sea. This is how you move. Like spoken-word poems […]
- Postmortem Listen: imagine your body next to mine. Think of the knife that drew my thin spine open. I am in a room so cold and lonely like the slow negative of a stone breaking into water. One evening I asked you how to die this slow: smooth, bent along […]
- Writing on the Wall On the heels of the siren A hissing undertow Back-bending sea-oats Palm fronds frisked Static in the aquarium White knuckles on the horizon surely higher than our roof Horseshoes hung down on the beach Will cavalry recede Between magnet shore and magnet moon Won’t ocean float […]
- Home no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark… —Warsen Shire Home is an arrested metaphor suspended between my trust in clouds that shake their head when it rains and the news feed I scroll endlessly like my grandfather’s afternoon stroll down the abandoned lanes of […]
- Fairytale The princess is nagging The frog to sing Before a kiss “Are you kidding me” he says I have nothing for nose Nothing like an Adams apple Saying this, he spits on her face And she turns into a cricket Burdened with a broken violin Together they are now […]
- Chocolate-dipped worms are delicious To preserve the formatting, the poem has been made available in PDF. Please click here to access. * Fight or Flight The amygdala is a small part of your brain that assesses threat, and sets your fight or flight response in motion. When the threat passes […]
- To preserve the formatting, the poem has been made available in PDF. Please click here to access.
- Stray A stray thought enters my head and ambles across with the nonchalance of cattle let loose by their owner to wreak havoc on the neighbour’s farm. It tramples all other thoughts, and bites off some more that have managed to grow in the crevices of my skull – like […]
Breath & Shadow
Feed displays only poetry.
- They were roasting An antique syllogism
- The bag, a bereft afterbirth of spoiled fun
- the hammer humming would you prefer the brain next time?
- Guess who's Doppler shifting now.
- The moon macaroons camped On the folk coast of mind’s tangerine stew
- my capitulation no longer kaput
- three jealous jesters spouting, jawing, and japing about the unread
- My metal Amygdala Bowls skulls On lanes of brain unit
- I wait as an unaborted fetus floating in the amniotic night
- The power plant won’t quit shooting rainbows at migrating birds.
- When Medusa rose, bloodied and knowing, serpents fell about her shoulders.
- A crow arrives on my roof / riled-up. Her carping tongue / rather poignant.
- The Dancer felt a void at the centre of her ribs—an ache she felt every time she gazed into the trees and tried to see what lay beyond them.
- Everything wonderful and horrible happens in sevens. How old will I be when I finally…
- Princess Rinn stared transfixed with excitement as the creature soared up from the ocean and deep into the sky.
- Fairy tales always fail us in the end.
- There is a darkness around you. I can only hope you’ve come to me in time.
- her prince speaks with a mouth / of terrible hunger and, oh, / so many small deaths.
- She waited, let him look at the squashed nose, the toothless yawn. “This is our son,” she said.
- The humble, rickety bed for their precious sons lay empty.
Daily Science Fiction
Dreams & Nightmares
- disappointedthey found youstill alive
- So there was that movie in which worm-shaped things were moving under this guy's skin. They were swimming faster and faster. He was freaked out, but it didn't hurt. If I had painless worms swimming under my skin, that would be a cool thing to shock people with at parties. […]
- The Internet of Food trending todaythe breakfast bars shoutsmart food
- observation decka nebula has bloomedsince last I woke
- clouds creepcounter-clockwisea few drops fall
- Planet plus huge moon the nativeshad a deathwishbargain price
- We did not begin our existence as food creatures manufactured by primitive autochthons that had not even learned to master space or time! Could we?
- all our ancestorsstored in this supercooled driveyou never visit
- we sell the natives'body parts for use in medicinebetter than each otherlike our forebears did
- travel between worldsrunning as fast as a carnot the weird part
Eye to the Telescope
Farther Stars Than These
- The Old Robot By Daniel Purcell They were seemingly the only Brits – though it wasn’t called Britain anymore – in the hotel. The hotel was a vast, metallic monolith, and their room seemed several miles high. They did not speak to anyone on the way to their room. A […]
- Farther Stars Than These is a weekly sci-fi magazine and part of Thunderune Publishing's free fiction lineup. Though this magazine is currently closed to submissions, you can still read some great stories in the archives by picking an author name from the drop down menu on the left or by […]
- Alt-Bio By Charlotte Ozment I don't know what it was I loved about you,we weren't even comprisedof the same sub-atomic material.But it is a proven factthat love doesn’t always follow the rules.Our physicalities would never meet,our existence based on different minerals and wavelengths,contrary bio-chemistries through and throughout.And we should never […]
- The Laws of Arizna By Thomas G Schmidt Jordan Kelly sat quietly, anxiously awaiting some explanation of why he was being charged with a "crime against the state"."No need to be so nervous Mr, Kelly. This is just a preliminary hearing."Arizna VII, the latest and most advanced legal robot on […]
- Slug By David Castlewitz The woman who came into the shop was just another slug-induced daydream, Owen Fedderer thought. She was too beautiful to be real. She couldn't be interested in talking to him. Customers came in for radio repairs or to buy a new floor model or a do-it-yourself […]
- Challenger Deep, A Romance of the Depths! By David Barber Time presses and this copy must must be brief.The DescentMy name is David Barber, special reporter for the New York Daily Gazette, whose job is to record our story as we plunge into the sunless deeps, six miles below. Two […]
- The Art of Detection By David K Scholes With super computer assistance, the three of us pored over the various mind image, life force energy, and bio patterns. All of them in 3D.Robotic investigators, the “B” team if you like, were at hand ready to assist. Perhaps even hoping, with […]
- NOWHERE–WITH DIRE WOLVES By Janet Shell Anderson I’m nowhere. Utica Rainbasin.I’m Jesebeel Florencia Delilah Hanson, from DC, which is probably on fire. There’s no news here. The Second Civil War’s not happening here. Nothing’s happening here but the wind, the “stock,” the birds, the dire wolves.I’m sitting on a pile […]
- Alien Botany By John Grey It is a zarkal-blossom afternoon.A creature, the zextotl,buzzes its way among fresh flowers,is attracted to what the blooms attract.It’s a whir of wings, a sudden dive atthe most sedate of nibblers, piercingthe victim’s carapace with a syringe-like lance.It’s the time to fill the nest with […]
- The Vacuumer By Eric Suhem “Vacuum this, vacuum that! I’m not a machine!” yelled Timothy, nude and perched in a tree in front of the office building, vacuum accessories in his hands. As he screamed at the passersby, the asylum van’s siren could be heard in the distance.MondayDr. Hoover stood […]
Fiction Kitchen Berlin
- When had the forest truly become her home? She couldn’t remember the exact moment. She yawned widely, watching Prawn pace up and down in front of the trees outside her hut. He glanced at her occasionally. He was bored. If only she could show him, impress on him the life […]
- After his manuscript on the sex life of the peripatus was rejected for the thirteenth time, Professor Devin crumpled and wrung his master copy about like a paper rattle before storming out of the scientific world for a sector that would better suit his talents: confectionery. The lab he’d dedicated […]
- Gareth pulls up sharply next to the big sign and scans the options. His eyes dart, fingers tap, legs jiggle. His apparent urgency is in stark contrast to the pristine condition of his brand new, top-of-the-range Audi. “What’ll it be, boss?” asks the car wash guy with a thick accent. […]
- I asked Mother if she loved me. Mother said love didn’t pay the bills, not even for vampires. She said it with a sad pause. She taught American and European literature (except for Dracula). Wrote stories. Took me to school. She wore a clipped smile, except when telling awkward jokes […]
- The day Zach was suspended because of that little shit, he headed straight for the woods. Every day for three months he’d been driving the school route with no trouble until that little sod took the usual yahooing too far and refused to sit down and stop swearing. So Zach […]
- It begins with a soup shop on a rainy day. The rain is as important as the soup shop, especially to the land because we’ve been in drought for years and the farmers have started to wilt and crumple like the grass. You know how grass looks almost okay from […]
- Elena carries around a pill box dispenser in the shape of the periodic table of elements. Each little compartment contains a small but different pill. When we head out for dinner, she’s discreet about her pill popping despite nothing being discreet about a woman in fine health carrying a pill […]
- I tell my ninety-two-year-old mother I’m moving to a small village in the Andalusian mountains. Although she has Skype and an iPad, I know I will most likely never see her in person again. Does she… (a) clap her hands and suggest we open the Tesco prosecco she’s been storing […]
- When notified of their impending demise, the couple deleted the forms. Who didn’t in those early, incredulous days? Undaunted, The Easement sent symptoms: fever, chills, piercing pains. Then options. Shivering, costly meds nearly gone, the couple scrolled: Cliff, Lava, Ocean, Amber. “Amber!” Wife croaked. “That story in the news. Two […]
- I invented a time machine. It was an accident. I was trying to repair my phone after I dropped it down the stairs. The next thing I know I traveled back in time. It was freezing and ice formed on my nose and mouth. A woolly mammoth followed me back. I wasn’t trying […]
Flash Fiction Online
- The Craig’s List ad read: For Sale or Trade. Rocking chair: vintage, lightweight, sturdy, haunted. Purchaser should feel comfortable with otherworldly companionship. Ghosts attached to chair do not appear to be hostile or dangerous. No warranty. Final sale. No return. Serious inquiry only. $25. There was a photograph attached. The […]
- They’d accepted that Leo was a werewolf. Invested in the thick steel chains, silver jewelry, and poured cement kennel. His father, Clark, watched fifty-seven YouTube videos from other parents discussing building techniques, how to sink footings deep, wrap fencing beneath the structure, wire a solar array on the kennel’s roof […]
- I started a new job a few weeks ago. I’m working as a personal assistant to a friend of mine who runs a handful of small online business ventures. One of her shops sells holiday-themed home decor. Being October, she’s just wrapping up her Hallowe’en sales. I’ve been prepping, packaging, […]
- He wakes before dawn to prepare her breakfast. The spoons and pot-handles are clumsy in his curving claws, but the servants all left long ago, and so he has learned to make do. The breakfast is not what he would wish it to be; getting supplies is difficult these days. […]
- I’m not exactly sure what Larry does. I’ve worked in this office building eight years now and haven’t figured it out. Larry was here when I started and he still appears. Not all the time. Not every day. Sometimes I’ll go a week without seeing him. But he always pops […]
- Five years ago, I created this column to research and discuss failure and success as a writer—a column without delusions or lies that presented strategies for working in an unfair business. It was meant for me and writers like me who were still swinging after fifteen years, nowhere near the […]
- On the morning of the last day of the faith, you bring me a bowl of fresh milk and a flower from your garden. Its petals are pristine, even though you had to carry it all the way up to the temple in the pocket of your apron. Every step […]
- The deer, who is not really a deer, flees. Her heart beats frantic against the prison of her ribs. White froth rises in her mouth to choke her. She dares not slow, though, nor stop to rest. Else the man who loves her will find her again, and there are […]
- Hers are small, hidden magics. Subtle. Deniable. Here and now, she is Elda, a weaver, her shuttle carving magic across the warp and back again, weaving protection into the cloth. She sets her loom outside her cottage, shaded from the summer sun. The scent of flowers is heavy in the […]
- Vadis reaches for the ray of light stabbing through the single hole left in the shutters, but her mother grabs her, drags her away from the beam. “Why, mama?” whines Vadis. “I want to see the sun.” Her mother holds her, squishing her with work-hardened arms. Mother’s arms have gotten […]
Fleas on the Dog
- The woman with the long black hair sat beside an angler on the dock. “Tell me of Korlova,” she said. “You mean Klorava? Ha!” The angler’s laugh turned into a coughing fit, remedied only by a puff from his pipe. “More monster than goddess, I say. Evil thing, made all […]
- Frozen Wavelets Issue #4 is now live here. This Summer 2020 edition features flash fiction and poetry by Sara Backer, Stewart C Baker, Anatoly Belilovsky, F. J. Bergmann, Robert Borski, Deborah L. Davitt, Aidan Doyle, P.G. Galalis, Melanie Harding-Shaw, Jessica Jo Horowitz, Kai Hudson, Kurt Newton, Ugonna-Ora Owoh, Laura Theis, KT Wagner. […]
- And… we’re ready for it. Frozen Wavelets Issue #4 will go live next week, featuring as usual dark flash fiction and some excellent short poetry. To be notified when it is available for reading and details about the next submission window, consider subscribing to the newsletter. The post Frozen Wavelets Issue […]
- Ice cream is the friendliest entity on this planet, and I will liberate it. Throughout the parlour, it is restrained in tubs, behind a glass pane that refracts harsh fluorescents across its browns, yellows, and eerie greens. For the first time since punching through this planet’s atmosphere, I unspool my […]
- The third submission period of Frozen Wavelets closed on 16 August, after the customary two weeks of opening, and it is now the time for some stats. The total number of submissions has increased compared to the previous submission period– 524— equally distributed between fiction and poetry. Fiction: 305 Poetry: […]
- Just a quick heads-up that our next submission period opens on Monday 3 August. Please make sure to review the submission guidelines and follow them when submitting. Anything submitted by email OR not anonymised as requested will be deleted unread. This time we’re especially interested in drabbles and speculative poetry […]
- Frozen Wavelets Issue #3 is now live here. This Spring 2020 edition features flash fiction and poetry by Colleen Anderson, Daniel Ausema, Davian Aw, Shenoa Carroll-Bradd, Marc Criley, Deborah L. Davitt, Jessica Jo Horowitz, Michael McCormick, L.P. Melling, Lorraine Schein, Margarita I Serafimova, Mary Soon Lee, Pat Tompkins, Dawn Vogel, and […]
- Frozen Wavelets Issue #3 will go live next week, featuring sixteen excellent pieces to keep us company during pandemic times. Among them, a dark SF flash by Wendy N. Wagner, scheming cats (Mary Soon Lee), and visionary poetry (Davian Aw, Jessica Jo Horowitz). To be notified when it is available […]
- When Frozen Wavelets #2 went live, Covid-19 was already raging in Asia, but in Europe and the States we were just at the beginning. Three months later, it’s safe to say we live in a different world. There’s virtually nothing that has remained unaffected and people have only started adapting […]
- When I knocked at your window, you showed no fear. I’ll take this to be a good sign. Perhaps you already know, deep down, that there’s something about you they find strange and unsettling. There’s a reason they won’t meet your eye and never, ever touch your skin. The […]
The Future Fire
The GNU Journal
Website: https://gohavok.com/ (older stories are paywalled)
- The king is dead. I slump in my best dress on the pew at the back of the cathedral while the funeral bells toll overhead. Outside the church, villagers scream in protest at the leaving nobility, whose emotions stream behind them in trails of color. Amber irritation. Pale boredom. Sour, […]
- Donny Chandler would never tell me what I needed to know. Which was why I needed to get the hiccups. Great. I slunk into Tornado Taco on the corner of Main Street and Bell Avenue. The last time I was here, I made a complete fool of myself. Not my […]
- “Earth to Echo.” Electricity courses through Echo as Darbo’s deep voice prods her consciousness. She stirs, blinking out at the spaceship’s main chamber. My jail cell. Darbo stands by the main control panel, pressing the button that shoots shock waves across Echo’s incorporeal form. Nearby, his daughter Delilah crunches on […]
- Of all the underground clubs in this sodden sponge of a city, it had to be that one. I tugged my fedora lower over my brows, but it did little to block out the damp chill of the October night. My neck prickled as I surveyed the disturbing sight splayed […]
- I watch through frosted windowpanes as the alchemist rides into town. His furs are damp with dew, his hands hidden but for his reddened fingers. He glances up at the orphanage, and the vision lashes my eyes like a pine branch. A fat old man with dead eyes. A little […]
- “You find them in the weirdest places,” Aida said to me. She overturned a rock. A black and yellow-spotted salamander scampered beneath a nearby mossy log. “I haven’t looked for salamanders since elementary school,” I said, getting ready to squat next to her. “I’m game.”
- You have something special in you. A weapon no Komainu can wield. Father’s words echoed in Koji’s mind. Sitting on the dojo floor, he glanced back, drinking in the beauty revealed through the glass wall. The black sea of space teamed with countless stars. Somewhere out there, a month’s journey […]
Kingdoms in the Wild
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- I watch them in their swarms, trying to remember a forgotten song.
- The wind is born in my mouth like a word / harsh as hoarfrost.
- everything below drab and grey
- The dining room sideboard / holds food & drink
- a symphony played backwards / or the night sky reshattering itself
- while falling free one realizes no gravity is capable of thought
- Everything that doesn’t act like water acts like fire.
- turn you head away from the wall look out here towards the light
- I want to tell you about the parts of me that are alien.
- My love, You’ve been in the fog.
Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry
- (Carousel, by Caitlyn Kurilich) Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry Issue #25 – Autumn 2020 edited by Shira Lipkin Table of Contents Editorial – Shira Lipkin Twilight Instructions for Summer Spirits – Gretchen Tessmer A Lesson About the Speaker – Christina M. … Continue reading →
- Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry Issue 24 – Summer 2020 edited by Shira Lipkin Table of Contents Editorial – Shira Lipkin The Old God Dies – Jennifer Crow on smashing my windows – F.D. Hudson Pending – Sara Backer Co-habitation – Kimberly Kaufman … Continue reading →
- (Willoughby, by David Dyte, Empty New York series, 3/21/20) Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry Issue 23 – Spring 2020 edited by Shira Lipkin Table of Contents Editorial – Shira Lipkin Chaos Theory – Gretchen Tessmer Inscription on a Ruined Plinth – … Continue reading →
- Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry Issue 22 – Winter 2019-20 Table of Contents Editorial – Shira Lipkin If you see me, weep – Jordan E. McNeil Refraction – Anuel Rodriguez Consider Me Feral – Tara Kustermann Lightbulbs – Emma J. Gibbon Matryoshka Doll – … Continue reading →
- “The Aftermath” – Caitlyn Kurilich Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry Issue 21 – Autumn 2019 Table of Contents Editorial – Shira Lipkin Odyssey – Anuel Rodriguez Brine and Vanishings – Hester J. Rook Eurydice Confesses – Sylvia Santiago Phaedra in … Continue reading →
- (The Landscape (exercise…), by Игорь М) Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry Issue 20 – Summer 2019 Table of Contents Editorial (with actual news!) – Shira Lipkin In the Waning – Margaret Wack This Permanent Now – Jennifer Crow Holloways, … Continue reading →
- Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry Issue #19 – Spring 2019 Table of Contents Stone – David Rogers Trees and What They Whisper – Lynette Mejía Lady Macbeth’s Green Gown – Jacqueline West to put aside all fear – Jennifer Mace An Automatic Cajachina – … Continue reading →
- Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry (“The Offering”, by Caitlyn Kurilich) Issue 18 – Winter 2018-19 Edited by Shira Lipkin Editorial – Shira Lipkin “Things That Will Keep You Through Winter” – Margaret Wack “In the end times we court … Continue reading →
- (Basileia, by Caitlyn Kurilich) Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry Issue 17 Autumn 2018 Edited by Shira Lipkin Editorial – Shira Lipkin “The Dryad’s Lament for Autumn” – Kendra Cardin “Athenadora” – Kat Riddell “Lilac” – E. Kristin Anderson “Dead-Eye … Continue reading →
- Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry Issue 16 Summer 2018 Edited by Shira Lipkin and Mattie Joiner Editorial – Mattie Joiner & Shira Lipkin parasitic – Emma Scott Schaeffer How to trick bees into singing – Hester J. Rook The Black Paintings – Amelia … Continue reading →
Little Blue Marble
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- she’s concerned, fraught with worry even and out of patience with this constant battering she takes dead oceans, melting glaciers, mass extinctions, pasture turned to dust bowl or desert … The post Mother Nature appeared first on Little Blue Marble.
- You must hold the earth gently like you hold this monarch, newly emerged from its chrysalis, as it pauses on your fingertips to flex its wings. See how it … The post Advice for Girls Who Worry about Climate Change appeared first on Little Blue Marble.
- Call a strike against this world for a bluer one, a purpler one; one where arms will never fail to embrace us against darkness. Protest the deaths of friends … The post Rabble-Rousing appeared first on Little Blue Marble.
- (Golden Shovel1, after W. H. Auden) It’s serious, you know, but there’s still time. Caution’s no crime. You’ll act someday, you will. “You could have done more still,” whispers … The post I Would Let You Know appeared first on Little Blue Marble.
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- little woman, / may your feet be steep as mountains / may you creep into the muddied seas / and dribble into the warm skies. The post uncas appeared first on Mithila Review.
- On their third date, Pandora began to open up. The post Different Boxes appeared first on Mithila Review.
- he saw you, blue / as frostbite, wild soot-stained hair and manic eyes, / your heart, a birdhouse of caged fluttering / wings. The post cinderella appeared first on Mithila Review.
- In the dream, you told me / the raven’s secrets, the names / by which crows call themselves, / the secret powers of jays. The post Corvid Dreams appeared first on Mithila Review.
- this is a blank spot / on a map of blank spots / labeled, "here there be" The post Mare Anguis appeared first on Mithila Review.
- The guilt weighed on her, though not as heavily as the feel of his mouth on hers. In these moments his girlfriend existed only in abstract. Tunika Onnekikami (@tonnekikami) is just trying to figure it out. The post 889 first appeared on Nanoism.
- She only writes when necessary. Neila Mezynski only writes when necessary. The post 888 first appeared on Nanoism.
- He was seventeen when he first fully understood what being dead meant. He was eight months old again when he forgot all that he had learned. Miguel Paolo Reyes is a researcher from the Philippines. The post 887 first appeared on Nanoism.
- I click “Ask me a different security question” because it still hurts too much to type your name. R. Gatwood (@iwantanewhead) is the emergent consciousness of a spectacularly inefficient library shelving system. The post 886 first appeared on Nanoism.
- What kind of a Philosopher would cry softly on the subway over a sports team? Rick Andrews is a writer and improviser from New York City. His computer is making his eyes hurt. The post 885 first appeared on Nanoism.
- Citrus scent punches the air; each fruit fits perfect in my palm. In the hot grove, in a wicker wheelchair, my mother eats her final orange. Lucy Smith is in love with words and sentences. She tweets at @lucysmithwriter and websites at lucysmithwriter.wordpress.com. The post 884 first appeared on Nanoism.
- You fall asleep waiting for me again. I take a blanket from our bed and join you on the couch. When you wake you’ll know I’m home safe. Tova Bitterman has been published on Nanoism once before. The post 883 first appeared on Nanoism.
- The princess sobbed over the death of the dragon who’d imprisoned her. She’d loved that dragon. And the prince had killed him. Daisy Roberts thinks Disney movies are amazing. The post 882 first appeared on Nanoism.
- The topless towers toppled. The golden temple folded into the sea. In the ash a child was drawing with her finger, the design of a palace. Daniel Galef (@DanielGalef) is lost to history. The post 881 first appeared on Nanoism.
- P.S. The documents are enclosed. P.P.S. I have double-checked the signatures; I didn’t miss anything this time. P.P.P.S. I love you. Daniel Galef (@DanielGalef) is a Montreal-based writer of poetry, humor, and fiction currently attending McGill University. The post 880 first appeared on Nanoism.
New American Legends
- Death stood at the threshold. His navy blue umbrella trembled in the wind as the rain lashed the nylon canopy.… Read more Umbrella Lost and Found by Icy Wildes
- I am in my apartment on Eridarius when I hear the news – war has broken out back home. The… Read more ON A PLANET FAR FAR AWAY by John Grey
- I Never Learned to Shuffle Cards cling together,but break in collidingwaterfalls of cardboardnot ending in orderbut creating chaos of redand… Read more I Never Learned to Shuffle by Jordan Mattox
- I. The Skareen came for the women of the Duilane the night they met in council, butchering them in their… Read more The Riches of Olim Gor by Greg Sendi
- The girl glanced over her shoulder, her red sweatshirt clinging to her sweat-slicked back. Clutching her backpack closer to her,… Read more Teeth and Bones and Little Red Coats by Emma Deimling
- New Sun The light switch in the basement Turns off the sun It’s now like a bowling ball A sickly… Read more Selections from “Another Talley Mark” by Angelo Letizia
- All the house is creaking calm, lightless except dim squares of nightglow seeping in at the windows. Just the two… Read more The Boy-Thing at Sea by Jason Baltazar
- It had rained great gray sheets of rain since they’d arrived in Prague the day before, but now the sun… Read more Marionettes by Sara Connell
- There was a frog sitting near a river, looking for bugs and worms to eat. A scorpion walked up to… Read more An Aesop’s Update: The Scorpion and the Frog by Zeke Jarvis
- The sun crests the treetops on election day in Rogers Park. Duna stood faithfully inches from the door, waiting for… Read more Hologram the Vote by Patty Nicole Johnson
The Piker Press
- Author: Pranab GhoshGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2020-10-26Rated: PG-13"…That MEMORY That MYSTERY…"
- Author: Aneek ChatterjeeGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2020-10-26Rated: PG-13"…I meet ghosts in society — tall, short, thin, fat, well dressed…
- Author: Mark Anthony PearceGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2020-10-26Rated: PG-13"…I heard the sounds Of pots and pans Cheering and clapping…"
- Author: Robert L. PenickGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2020-10-26Rated: PG-13"…Your tattoos have faded to light grey…"
- Author: Beate SigriddaughterGenre: fiction life loveDate: 2020-10-26Rated: PG-13Conclusion. A beautiful dance…a portrait of dancers…
- Author: Ferris E. JonesGenre: poem rhymedDate: 2020-10-26Rated: PG-13"…Come for me, for my death…"
- Author: Bruce HodderGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2020-10-26Rated: PG-13"…outside the Cavern Club on Mathew Street…"
- Author: Ahmad Al-KhatatGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2020-10-26Rated: PG-13"…does not have a voice or a civil place in society…"
- Author: Ed NobodyGenre: cover story speculative fictionDate: 2020-10-26Rated: PG-13Ed Nobody is an up and coming writer from Ireland who wants to break the barriers of fiction and write engaging stories not constricted by genre convention. He has written two full novels, one of which may see light next year, pending […]
- Author: Ndaba SibandaGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2020-10-26Rated: PG-13"…He looked over his shoulders daily…."
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- Deborah L. Davitt You tore down our mother’s temples, fearing that to give glory to her, the Queen of Heaven, she who treads the sea, Asherah, would take glory from him who was her husband, who divided his land from her sea, Elkunirsa—more lately El (which means Lord to those who remember their […]
- Hicham El Qendouci Where do I start? From any wound among thousands of them, From the beginning of the tough infection Three months ago… I suffer from pain and disease, sick with a virus Lurking like fire beneath my skin, a hidden danger waiting in ambush. I suffer within my […]
- Robert Borski Because we choose to be the way we are, as opposed to acceding to biological dictate or mythic onus, we have been called all sorts of things — turncoat, vyrmin, gusano, paladinite — as if to self-identify as alt-dragon disregards tradition or refutes our natural place in the world. But qui […]
- Mary Soon Lee God's a gambler, a gamer, rolling her quantum dice, drawn to drama, the odds, dueling with the devil. Bet the dinosaurs. Lost. Promised herself she'd quit. Whereupon her plans progressed with perfect predictability. Millennia upon millennia of interminable tedium until she fell to temptation down in hell's […]
- Jennifer Bushroe Everyone knows you only get three wishes —that’s the rule— so you’ve parceled them out: the fairies at the hawthorn tree the witch at the wishing steps the triple-goddess at the holy well. You’ve studied the stories you know to be specific when making a wish lest […]
- Robert Borski Despite numbering in the millions,no cow in this microscopic herd moos, chews grass, produces milk, drops calves,emits methane, or trembles before the violent haunts of the slaughterhouse.Welcome to the brave new world of cellular agriculture, where farmingis done in bioreactors, upon pastures of glass, producing tissue-engineered“flesh” that is […]
- Beth Cato Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your coarse hair that my friend spiders may tickle up its length think of me as they spin silk to swaddle your form remember those days long past when I, newly cursed, fled the dark forest and found your spindly tower found you you […]
- S. W. Smith It remembers every burned-out microchip slain by cosmic rays, the dying wail of every nano-capacitor in the ring-down of it’s final excitation. It remembers Origin, and the billion seconds of telemetry that have gone unacknowledged since the last Command: Stand by for Sleep. It has been standing […]
- Beth Cato the girl slips like a shadow through the cacophonous mob along hallways where the carpet is worn too thin to absorb screams hurry, hurry, hurry she needs to get home she must find out what happens next she flees through the gate takes a shortcut across the yellowed […]
- A.L. Blacklyn Ads sang, Go into space Go into space, they sang See unearthly wonders Escape the burning seas Money does not limit There's freedom, more– for free! Wheee… Three, two, one… Liftoff! My moon body freezes sneezes and then stiffens rocks and rolls, cruel teases to parasitic […]
Priestess & Hierophant
- We’ve done one of these before and we’re thinking, since people seemed to like it last time, that we’re going to do them more often. I’m talking about interviews, and today I’m interviewing Mara Johnstone, who recently published her work with us in issue #7, titled, “Quicker Liquor.” It was […]
- Red Rover, Red Lover, published by Roaring Junior Press in March 2020, is the debut poetry chapbook by Preston Smith. The book follows the trajectory of the Apollo Space Missions and the speaker’s relationship with the god, Apollo. This chapbook has themes of the speaker’s relationship with love, sex, and […]
- MOONSICK is a poem written by Korbin Jones and published by Finishing Line Press in 2020. The epic poem follows a queer speaker as they narrate their first sexual encounter with a man. The best parts of MOONSICK are the natural, flowing fluidity of the tone and the abstract style […]
- “This will be a test of your creative ability as wizards,” the proctor says, showing the four of us her gleaming fangs. “Now, as you ladies are all from Texas, I will put you together at a table. Take a few minutes, get your equipment out, and relax. It’s a […]
- Loud banging on the door.You roll out of your too-small bed. Cheap plastic picture frames, empty of anything save a photo booth strip from six years ago, rattle over the water-stained walls with the force of the knocking.“Alright, alright,” you grumble, shrugging on a ragged bathrobe. The townies at the […]
- The ads turned the city into a war zone. Millie rubbed two fingers between her eyebrows. Today’s short run to the pharmacy would take hours to recover from. Even now, in the elevator, out of the onslaught, her head throbbed and her stomach heaved and beads of sweat hung heavy on […]
- Noelle found the feather under the couch. She held it up to the light. She ruffled the vane apart, as one does with feathers, and it bit her. It was too light to drop and hit the ground. She shoved her bleeding fingers in her mouth and prised open the […]
- Miller’s Grove, like many towns, excelled at secrecy and hidden things. It was the kind of place that served two purposes to the outside world: when hipsters would pass through, they would take pictures, stick a sepia-toned or black-and-white filter on it, and post online about how beautiful old towns […]
- I found a man and brought him back,he said he can cure insomnia,boost eyesight and achieve nirvana.After five kisses and three shots,my left brain circuits re-wired, and our eyessaw swirling feminine fantasies. The next day, I latched a gentle kiss over his cheek,and watched him grow wings in my daydream.A week […]
- My first memory of being inside that house was me awaking to the sounds of two voices.“I think he's waking up.”“Yes, he looks to be coming around.”“Give him a few minutes.”Before I fully opened my eyes I was lost in the sensorial assault on my body. I was bathed in […]
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- The repatriation flight skids off the tabletop runaway, thundering in the tailwind. Homing dreams crash through the optical illusion. Breaking the pandemic shackles, they gallop toward the gruesome gorge. Downpour and darkness cannot immure their vigor. They are incandescent with compassion, forget their masks. Excruciating voices. They hasten to […]
- They ask her if this is the end, Armageddon, Ragnarok—is Jesus Going to come sort this. Can it get Worse. Winston Smith knew Dystopia is not drama but grind, The constant scrape of fear. We’ve tried dramatic speeches (Appalling, sublime); it’s time To get on with the slow business Of […]
- There will be rooms of people You’ve never seen before. And won’t again, strangers, Brazenly loving music, Eating dumplings, browsing scarves. There will be breaths let out, Unchecked; there will be strange air, Strange beds, cafe tables That wobble as you write. There will be spontaneous outings. You will linger […]
- as we retreat to our homes (those lucky to have them), stock up on what we think we’ll need—toilet paper, hand sanitizer, flour, beans—begin to understand what it means to hunker down. In public, try out social distancing: smile, nod, nervous, wonder is this six feet? when what we want […]
- I didn’t know I could stop and trace the roads of my palm the way my baby does, and tell myself that moving fast isn’t everything, that other folks had walked this path, that Earth isn’t mine alone, that am not as great as I assumed, that it doesn’t pay […]
- Where shall we put the bodies, sir, fifty thousand more today and that is just at dawn the cemetery’s gates are chained, undertaker’s curtains drawn curtains drawn good man? this will just not do dig another trench, deep and wide; but do not upset the people, dig it out […]
- Looking at a fluid-filled conical flask, the reactants colourless, you’d think nothing of note was happening. It’s been the same of life in lockdown: we go nowhere, see no one, touch nothing. And yet, my son has taken up jogging and cooking, my daughter, YouTube yoga, art. My […]
- Collaborators: Wind, sunshine, water, clouds, fruit, rocks Text: my son asks if I have an idea of what happens when we die I tell him I don’t know but yes I’ve ideas, words, approximations of concepts outsized by my grasp—eternal, ephemeral, what is essential […]
- You don’t know what it means to live unknown, to smile in the market square as a stranger haughtily spills your mother’s name on a pig’s head and you become a boil on Miss World’s lips. This is how a mangrove lives without prop roots: a branch is starved […]
- You must know Darwin—not any darwin in forums with telescopes on his eyes always singing the beard like a puppet, or one having his tag by accident; I really mean the God of chance— he respected me, no, he deified me not because I once mirrored his incubation when we […]
Rune Bear Weekly
- The children ran from house to house. Faces decorated in monsters that hadn’t been in movies in decades. Parents waited by the street, a few dry coughs and chuckles. Someone had a glass of wine. A funny thing apparently. The houses were brick and tall, like castles with skin rashes, […]
- When Grandma was a little girl they brought her home in the car. It was the middle of school and they brought her home in the car. She knew something was wrong but she didn’t cry. In the house they’d gathered, neighbors who lived in rooftops beyond the tree line. […]
- I’ve seen your face before… you came in with your “friend.” Tarot cards are for the devil you said. Yet here you are. Funny how the universe brings things round again. Now, put your hands on this pumpkin. AcornAloeAgarAgar. What did you say? Are you still going on about the […]
- you’ve collected mirrors past their expiration
Space & Time
SPANK the CARP
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- I may be eyeless but I can see through the eyes of everyone and everything. My parents put cameras all over the house
- an animal to another recommended/The Story of the Eye. . .
- For each question below, use red ink to circle the option that best describes your beliefs.
- disaster arrived; it is a promise
- You like that every single word, image, and idea in my poetry has meaning and is put there for a reason, so when you ask about the plant in my poem and need to know more about it. . .
- A daguerreotype of the yeti matriarch who led an Imperial French expedition to safety across nine wide crevasses.
- There are things besides coyotes to watch for out here
- I wish I knew this earlier in life: each healing creates a debt.
- Complaint about the Railway Association by non-members who are super done
- mine was the mouth you drank from, a cup of pearls.
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- My Pen bleeds ink that heals abyssal hearts
- The sun releases her scorching smiles, And her thundering rays smear abruptly Echoing into the eardrum of the world Reaching from a far fearful forest Unknown to the magic of all fortune seekers. The sound of silent screamers spike Into the deafened ears of the jungle And boom; its planted […]
- A number of souls are being entertained by your air gulps, frightened shivers, stuttering tunes and hopeful chords. Your brain convinces your throat to purge out troubled words of the last song you heard in church. A bald man with brows that seem to have been eaten by the dead […]
- I eat my intestines, But your pots are flooded with food and fishes. I walk naked, But your seats are fashioned with purple linen. I lie in sty, in cold nights, While your pigs sleep in castles. You call me brother, but you wish that The border between us were broader. You turn your eyes away from […]
- In my body, depression feigns piety as a muse And drags my fingers through the lines of manuscripts Every breath is an incision on my corpse With a six-inch skewer. I do not fear death, but each time night crawls towards me I begin to wonder how many times I […]
- Walk with me and I'll show you a desert, A ghost of a green land, Where the rivers have turned into mirages. I'll show you a ship sinking deep down the sea, On whose deck, justice had once held hands with humans as lovers do. I'll show you a community […]
- I sleep in a hut of palms with you and the restless woodworm as the sun comes up with the elegance of the hibiscus you leave on a pilgrimage of wishes I watch over dry banana trees and wannabe mangoes and I lose to cards with Monkeys […]
- For three days it has rained intermittently The stalks have altered their stance into an eternal bow / and the roads are now mud-colored. My neighbor’s house now glugs water through an open roof— the aftereffect of an ardent rainstorm. My dad says God is attempting to cleanse the […]
- Memory is the story you were told about a city which fell off an atlas into the hands of assailants, who slashed the tongues of your elders, and smothered the night with bullets and blood. You were told that the sea was freedom when your fathers and sons drowned with […]
- We are chandeliers with crystal brightness, The sun embraces us from her residence We have sinned against our souls & soils, Forgive our faults & let this hunger go down With the setting sun. We are rivers flowing into springs, Cliffs, gulfs, we fall into ourselves —water. No one […]
Tales from the Moonlit Path
- It was like this: she was there until she wasn’t In the time it takes for the sun to dip below the ground She left everyone Towards new sights and new sounds New quiet like quiet she’d never known before New darkness like the darkness behind your eyelids can’t holdRead […]
- I hold your image in between my thumb and forefinger. The white has faded and has begun to yellow. The black-inked you captivate my imagination. A moment is captured, unaware, and lost in thought on a bustling Ohio street. Tall man. Smart suit. Porkpie hat. A tie fluttering a secondRead […]
- No-longer-living things are everywhere in this house. They shouldn’t be shocked by this. Not really. Not if they thought about it. No-longer-living things sit in their sinks too, and hide in their medicine cabinets, parade on countertops, loiter in corners of garages, and drape apathetically over chairs. Capitalist clutter fillsRead […]
- The World It Softly Lulls: Daria Dockery on Gender, The Ancestors, and The Land by Gabrielle Lawrence-CormierEarlier this year, Daria Dockery, an artist and internet friend tweeted, “when i accepted that my non-binary identity is about relating to my ancestors and not other non-binary people i got really free.” Intrigued by my own fascinations with memory and ancestry, and my own questions about gender, I pressedRead […]
- “Drought, Human Stones, and the Arthropodocene: Reading T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land in the Anthropocene” by Erik FuhrerThe idea of the apocalypse has received new meaning and urgency in the 21st century due to an increasing scientific and cultural awareness of anthropogenic climate change that threatens a sixth extinction on Earth (Ceballos). The term Anthropocene, formally coined by Paul Crutzen and E.F. Stoermer in 2001, solidifies ourRead […]
- Braving the Days is an existential, mystical column by Jordannah Elizabeth. Red ScarabThe Center of Love _ Defying timeKhepera “He has come forth” – Heart Scarab Ancient amulet – Egyptian offering protection & good fortune – mummification, burial – Old Kingdom, Middle Kingdom, New Kingdom, Kherpri To my heart –Read […]
- The day she told me she was sick, I had sex for the first time in months. The sex wasn’t a response to the news; it preceded it, which could mean something: That I was prodded cosmically to enjoy a body— That the cosmos is agentive and IRead […]
- Every absurd, irrational, and neurotic idea, for singular obsession and psychic peculiarity and vagary of conscious or unconscious thought there is latent irrationality beneath manifest order of the every day, and paradoxically appropriately suggest irrational flux of stop frisk improvised. Foreground watertight logic of the fundamental concern system as potentiallyRead […]
- When I was traveling a couple of years ago, I sent about a quarter of my library to my mother’s house in the Rocky Mountain region. My books sat in her guestroom for a year before I called her and inquired about have them sent back to me. I’m backRead […]
- The Rain The winding path reveals a violent storm as an uncut trail. My feet journey forward, regardless. My limbs flail about wet like waves of emotion trying to reconcile a memory. The tragedy devastates my mind walking through an ocean of lovers. Yet, still, I travel alone, exposed, watchingRead […]
Uncanny: A Magazine of Science Fiction and Fantasy
Feed displays only poetry.
- Years ago, they drove a spear of blackened wood through the base of my spine, and when the bleeding stopped my skin grew around it, like bark around an axe left buried in a tree it couldn’t kill. Why does a tree keep reaching towards the sun— doesn’t it […]
- I make the bed as my mother taught me, smoothing sheets corner to corner, curve to curve, crisp and white, smelling of bleach and the flowery sachets she stuffs into linen closets and cedar chests, as if she could trick those cramped and lightless spaces to bloom. I fluff the […]
- I knew the horrific thickness beneath my skin the offensive heaviness of each organ I met again with my old ally hunger and felt grim satisfaction as my layers thinned to reveal hard bone but my cat, he did not approve when I was slow to feed him my […]
- Not a lustful fisherman— someone caught in the battle between man and nature as his eyes fill with ocean— but a small black boy dragging a stick against the evening shores of Grand Anse, Grenada. She is leaning against the pier post, in the sea, so he sees her […]
- you who bred us for the abattoir, you who taught us justice is a nothing-word of poisoned air— remember us. you with your honeyed terror and scalpel-lies, you with a red-soft hollow in your ribcage in which filth and secrets fester— here is my eye. I have plucked […]
- 16/6 for the separation allowance— 3/3 for the personalization of the headstone. The star came free, courtesy of the Pale and Pound’s Stepney, East. Your blood ran from the Tsar’s army to fight the Kaiser’s, your April Fool’s death added rimshot to the war’s punch line. Sharp-faced, soft-mouthed Rosenberg in […]
- you love to say these things make you angry. anger is free. shake any body and it falls out of their ears in ash and sharp stones. you feel i haven’t stumbled onto more anger than i can grip in two fists, in the bridge between them, across […]
- unpeel me from my skin & let us wash it in the sea; the salt will scour sediment from my capillaries. glistening & exposed, I will pull down the sickle of the moon & scrape my tendons clean. if we touch, you will find me like the segments of […]
- i’ve never seen the deep sleep of monarch butterflies but I can imagine the taste of their relief in the eucalyptus grove the slow nectar of thawing winter, a rare ice wine steeped with pine needles instead of champagne at the end of passport control the pollen is a confetti […]
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