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RSS feeds for venues that regularly publish speculative poetry and flash fiction are aggregated on this page. Each feed shows the ten most recent posts from a given venue. If no RSS feed is available, we have included a link to the magazine’s archive page. We do not screen the content available on each of these venues, and we determine their openness to speculative fiction by whether they are listed on Duotrope as welcoming science fiction submissions. You can contact us to get other venues listed in this reader.

Please note that some of these magazines are not exclusively for flash fiction/poetry and publish longer work. Furthermore, this page is only for venues that publish work free-to-read online. For a more complete list of markets to submit to, please visit the Resources page (TBA).


101 Fiction

Website: http://www.101fiction.com/

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365 tomorrows

Website: https://365tomorrows.com/

  • Author: Alastair Millar “It would be fitting,” the Sardaanian said, “if you took a new name now. A human name.” “But my name has always been T!kalma,” the woman replied. “Yes,” ze replied, “but that is one of our names. Your birth people are reaching out, as we predicted. Soon […]
  • Author: David C. Nutt The newbie made his way through central supply. “Why can’t I have a Prussian Blue exosuit?” I rolled my eyes. “Because you can’t.” The kid slapped the counter, my counter. “Unacceptable. You dissin’ me because I’m a noob?” I smiled. “No. I am ‘dissin you’ because […]
  • Author: Zayan Guedim Once caught by Sheriff Jeb, criminals faced a gruesome demise. Grave offenses or petty misdemeanors, all the same, he would drive them to the abandoned silver mine. Then alone he would return, with bloody clothes and a blanched face. A judge, jury, and executioner all in one, […]
  • Author: Majoki As he entered the lab, no one was directly staring at Etherid, but he felt all eyes on him. No doubt because of the neon orange Hawaiian shirt and optic green shorts he was sporting. As a new hire in his first week, he’d gotten an email yesterday […]
  • Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer Yesterday I climbed Everest with Hillary. Tomorrow I’m travelling as a passenger on the 1888 Orient Express. Today? I’ve been asked to make a presentation to you all about what we’re doing here at the Human Existence Archive. My name is Preston Hardy, and I […]
  • Author: Matthew Miehe The large hangar was where starships sat to be scrapped or bought by new owners. It’s also where Hammer-II, a blue and grey cargo cruiser, had found love. When he flew into the dock, Argus Luxury Model (serial code 11727) was the first thing he laid his […]
  • Author: David Barber Even grandfathers fearful of paradox— in case squashing a butterfly alters the future—had no cause to fret, because the time engine emerged in low Earth orbit and just took pictures. What could go wrong? Instruments gazed down on a warm, pristine planet, dominated by behemoths. Sometimes herds […]
  • Author: Bill Cox “What’s happened?” The Captain’s voice was a harsh rasp, his throat still raw from the cryo-fluid. “The ship has experienced a failure of one of the three cold fusion engines due to a catastrophic meteor strike,” the mainframe avatar replied. “We have diverged substantially from our planned […]
  • Author: Amy Lyons I meant to birth children but they slipped my mind. I should have ransom-noted a reminder with the black and white word-magnets on my aughts refrigerator, though those sudden stories trended toward pronoun erasure and my sketchy memory, even as a twenty-something, would have slotted a roommate […]
  • Author: Majoki “You occupy space. Therefore you exist.” “Does that Descartes bastardization work in graveyards?” “The dead occupy space.” “Well in a diminishing returns kind of way. You might want to factor biological depreciation into your axiom.” Stenslen eyed Bihrduur icily. “You don’t want this to work.” “No. Not really,” […]

Abyss & Apex

Website: https://www.abyssapexzine.com/

  • David Henson New Genesis Eve wasn’t made from rib, she grew in heartwood. The apple didn’t blossom on a tree, it sprang from the dark heart of a serpent. The snake wasn’t cast down from above, it emerged from garden … Continue reading →
  • Sultana Raza Netting Scents    After ‘Portal to Feyland,’    artwork by Sultana Raza As the doorway into Faerie yawned, inviting her to slip inside any of the vortexes rich with glistening memories pooled into spheres of comforting thoughts cushioning … Continue reading →
  • Nnadi Samuel A Golden Flame// The Beheading of a Ram I demand the audacity of lilies: how, in their flowering, they occupy the undergrowth of my mindscape with a stench—near-native, to fill an empty body. skin, torn by surprise or … Continue reading →
  • Introduction to Issue 89 Poetry Happy New Year! I pray your ongoing holidays are rich with joy. I’m proud to feature fine poets from around the world. Their work abounds with science fiction, fantasy, and surrealism, many with some Biblical … Continue reading →
  • “Moonlight and Roses” by Jen Mierisch The moon rose high above a shack in a forest outside Paris. Inside, clockwork creatures slept, all but one. Giovanna slumped on the moonlit shelf. Dust lay across her brocade bodice, linen cuffs, and … Continue reading →
  • “The Midnight Commuter” by Tammy Komoff Shadows passed over dark fields and pastures, through woods and across frozen dirt roads, slowly descending on the Oakfield train depot that lay on the outskirts of the village. The depot appeared a safe … Continue reading →
  • “The Procedure” by P.A. Cornell I expect there to be more to a test that will determine the length of your lifespan, but in the end it’s so simple I’m almost disappointed. “What do we do with these?” Sam asks … Continue reading →
  •   “264 Days” by C.C. Graystone I’ve been on the run for 264 days because I had a dream. To be fair, it was a gut-wrenchingly gruesome dream. Violence shredded across nerves and neurons even as I gasped awake. I … Continue reading →
  • “The Living Must Pass” by Tom Howard   The first time, the king sent an eagle with a message saying Prince Georj had been taken and asking for the wizard’s help. Kragen, alone on his mountaintop, felt sorry for Prince … Continue reading →
  • The Infinity Trap by Ian C. Douglas (IFWG Publishing International) Zeke is a 15-year-old boy who fakes being psychic to get into an exclusive school for psychics on Mars. This school is used to train people with the potential to … Continue reading →

Altered Reality

Website: https://www.alteredrealitymag.com/

Feed displays only poetry.

  • the devil’s horn blares in a broken wood its trumpet’s singular blast obliterates the rumble of thunder, the crack of lightning’s script written in a jagged hand across an unfruitful landscape rain cleanses the root and stubble of last year’s … Continue reading → The post the beggar wretch by […]
  • IF YOU DANCED FROM MIDNIGHT after a first line by Anne Sexton until Thursday next week, four days straight, you’d make front page news on some small town newspaper in the Midwest. If you decided on Holy Week to forgive … Continue reading → The post If You Danced From […]
  • Tiny Mary swims from a pipe and breathes   from a hose obscured  by plastic seaweed.    I can leave now that I’ve seen her blow   kisses to the seahorse.  The rich build houses   on stilts and consider … Continue reading → The post Mermaid Show by Glen […]
  • My little town mocks me:  You’re a regular Roman    numeral, boy. A regular Roman Polanski.   You Blue Monday types really crack me up.   I used to like being fooled,  being screwed with,    being banished from a … Continue reading → The post Antonyms for “Regular” by […]
  • If the woman is covered in white powder,  her chair will end up powdery as well.  If she speaks constantly of Hell, she may be a priest, a poet, or bartender. How aware of her condition is she? Has she … Continue reading → The post Moonlit by Glen Armstrong […]
  • Wrapped in ashen clouds pale shrouds of sadness. Retracing each dimension of my heart yet finding no refuge.   My head bent recounting all the days of my life. Lost in this blur, this landscape. Where am I? Where can … Continue reading → The post Butterfly by Joan McNerney […]
  • Longing for blackness searching tunnels tasting empty wells. How many times?   Ten times ten times ten. Ten thieves have stolen our souls.   Lost in ignorance with plastic eyes cosmetic sneers, they find illusion in their own reflections.   … Continue reading → The post In Wild Hunger by […]
  • of seriousness the universe is a labyrinth of my ear ear ear   I am deaf from it there is no sure melody in these crazy strains   deaf deaf deaf dumb blinded loosening mind for just 1 moment to … Continue reading → The post sick, sick, sick by […]
  • With avocado toast and Americano dark roast Hot chicken mushroom soup with a cottage tulip vase Made by your mother  who now has the vote Soft background music and art therapy All done by your sisters  who now have the … Continue reading → The post 1928 by Lindsay Baik […]
  • A child waiting for her dog that left its mortal coil The rain pours but she doesn’t recoil It doesn’t stop, and she starts coughing And the sun seems stuck on the horizon, never rising Picking dandelion petals, my dog … Continue reading → The post Waiting by Lindsay Baik […]

Anathema: Spec from the Margins

Website: http://www.anathemamag.com/


Animal: A Beast of a Literary Zine

Website: https://animalliterarymagazine.com/


AntipodeanSF

Website: https://www.antisf.com.au

  • By Andrew Dunn Me and Jim Easley rode a ribbon of blacktop that snaked out past the last cloister of clapboard houses, then over tracks coal trains lumbered over after midnight. I wondered whether the lights of those trains ever shined down on the makeshift memorial still there in thick […]
  • By KJ Hannah Greenberg Mere hundreds of years earlier, not only hadn’t folks teleported en masse, but they had lacked aeroplanes. Before there were skycrafts, there were cars, and before there were cars, there were horses. When horses were the favoured mode of transportation, people worked on farms or lived […]
  • By Alexander P. Bird It was just another ordinary day for the small blue ball floating in the Milky Way galaxy when, all of a sudden, some particles decided to spin differently at the atomic level. Any small change at the atomic level could lead to significant consequences. Thankfully, in […]
  • By J. S. O'Keefe On a whim, I want to take flight. I want to see the forests and mountainsand deserts and tundras of faraway lands, the oceans and lakes and rivers, the seventy-seven wonders of the Old World and the seventy-seven wonders of the New. I want the romance of the fidgety […]
  • By David Kernot Legend says that when legends intersect, it makes them all true. For Ceph, one said that at the highest point in a pine tree a cross would form from the fresh shoots about the time of a supermoon. Another mentioned buried gods in the hollowed out centre […]
  • By Mehreen Ahmed Clouds trailed, crisscrossed across a clear blue sky. A cotton candy man stood by a huge Ferris Wheel with his cart at a theme park showground. He watched the ride move slowly through a full circle.  Maya Julian stepped forward with her five-year-old and joined the long queue […]
  • By Paul Cesarini Curator Frangg adjusted his headlamp and excitedly called over both of his graduate assistants. The three of them had been carefully excavating the ancient battle cruiser for the past seven rotations. It was slow, slogging work, but Franng was used to it. He knew it would take […]
  • By Warren Benedetto If you were to ask me to list the Top Ways I Might Die Someday, “decapitation in a Safeway parking lot” wouldn’t have been at the top of the list. What a difference a couple of days makes. I looked around at the gaggle of survivors huddled […]
  • By Ben Barone-Nugent I love the unscheduled rains. The ones the clouds give to us of their own volition. Scheduled ones, timed out by government meteorologists, have a different timbre. They lack the irregularity and surprise of the natural ones. My arms are spread like wings, palms up to the […]
  • By Kevin J. Phyland “Close your eyes and count to fifty.” The instructions hadn't changed much in a thousand years of hide-and-go-seek and Tuli gave them with authority as she led the rest of the group away from Trax, who put an arm across his craggy face and started chanting […]

The Arcanist

Website: https://thearcanist.io/

  • By Aeryn RudelThe angel was not what Jorge had always imagined. As a devout Catholic, he’d expected some beatific winged creature, maybe even Saint Peter himself. Instead, the being hovering before him was made up of scintillating lights, like a rainbow and a heat mirage combined. He’d also expected pearly gates, […]
  • by Christopher StanleyI step forward from the shadows so the young boy can see me. His face slackens and his eyes grow wide. He reaches for his mother, but I timed my reveal perfectly and she’s already moved on to the next part of the tour. I hiss at him […]
  • by Hailey PiperPrism eased her solar-bike to the roadside, glowing motor going dark. Footprints dotted the dusty highway between Old-World vehicles overgrown with green. At last, signs of the missing courier.Except his tracks from Libraria should have continued toward Gaiopolis, where the council awaited a trade reply. They instead veered offroad, into […]
  • by Wendy NikelThe Storykeeper has lived many lifetimes when he begins to long for rest.When he wakes cradled in a silk-spun hammock in the arms of the Great Storytree, it takes him a moment to remember who he is. While he slept, its stories floated like pollen into his unguarded dreams, and […]
  • by Abby ComeyWhen I wouldn’t go to Paul’s apartment to see his collection, he started bringing dead things to the climbing gym. The first day, it was a dried coyote skull wrapped in a bandana. He looked down at the head cradled in his palm like it was a peach he […]
  • by A. E. LanierDad didn’t teach me much about magic, but he taught me plenty about timing and showmanship. I know a good opportunity when I see it; the trick is getting others to see it too.When people say the market for arcane diagnostic tests is saturated, they miss one key component. […]
  • by Stephan JamesThe little bell above the doorway tinkles as she enters my parlor. Immediately I recognize the signs: clothes rumpled, eyes sunken and dark, fingernails picked to the quick. She’s desperate.“Help you?” I ask.“I need one,” she says, and I don’t even bother with the charade of asking one of what. […]
  • by Elizabeth Ott BartonEditor’s Note: With heavy hearts, we must report that Elizabeth passed away last week of an unexpectedly aggressive metastatic breast cancer shortly after this story was accepted. In honor of Elizabeth, The Arcanist is duplicating her story payment and donating it to Girls Love Mail, a nonprofit that […]
  • Our contest collection is live on Amazon. Oh, and all of our previous contest collections are free right now. Happy Halloween!Just in time for Halloween, our contest collection Rest in Peace: Flash Fiction that Refuses to Die is now available on Amazon (and free with Kindle Unlimited)!Read all of our […]
  • by Matt TigheThe woman in front of me has the pale face and sunken eyes of the recently deceased. The real clincher, though, is the Dead-Go implant, shining like a flat black bug nestled in the stubble at the back of her head. She raises one hand and scratches at it, […]

Arsenika

Website: http://arsenika.ink/

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Astral Waters Review

Website: https://www.astralwatersreview.com/


Bleached Butterfly

Website: https://bleachedbutterflymag.wixsite.com/home/archives


The Blue Pages

Website: http://bluepagesjournal.blogspot.com/

  • . . . Growing Anxiety 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 […]
  • . . . Death Minus 15 I don't want to die but I don't want not to so I guess that means I'm still alive –I said as much after Sunday School to our teacher, Miss Hooker, before I said So long, see you next week, that's next Sunday, but […]
  • . . . 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, […]
  • . . . Tiny, Little Horrors=a flash memoir series by 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 […]
  • . . . FROM THE ELEMENTS by Norbert Kovacs      The earth rises against the man as he takes his hard steps. Rock erupts in huge shafts before his feet so he cannot walk straight. The man cries in frustration, "An unfair land!" A grinding noise drowns his words […]
  • . . . Untitled Bones indigo, lacking a piece of earth. inside your mouth of stars. My body, a tremor of zodiac signs. Like a Taurus blooming. You sprinkle lust on my bosom bubbles of thin colours, a 4 am moonlight sigh. Tender mouths of mud and water, unborn fruits […]
  • . . . 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 Read Chapel Time Experiment Fallen Gift Illusion Learning New Discovery Oddity Paradox Planetary System […]
  • . . . Hydrangea / 小さな複雑な森 © Jumy M mouths ajar are what i fear metal rods barrier from the outside world frolicked in my eyes feet scampered laughs churning in the pit of my stomach harrowing like shards children riding their respective seesaw seats i blinked, reality shook my […]
  • . . . Hone the Dormouse’s Tenure Can 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         […]
  • 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

Website: http://bombayliterarymagazine.com/

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Breath & Shadow

Website: https://www.abilitymaine.org/breath


The Collidescope

Website: https://thecollidescope.com/

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  • I swing dumbbells and shout the word for horseshoe crab like Der Führer receiving his daily butt-injection
  • I dip a devil’s spoon in and stir the story.
  • and you seep out through the kitchen curtain like a jellyfish through a wire mesh.
  • a feuilleton of diphthongs                                              oiltoymeat 
  • …till he is a drop of ectoplasm within the seafront of desire.
  • our feverish infections that intensify our blushing sweating heats
  • AUTH_DOMAIN—testify (Gr. j uE TEt.L0xceoLs). Testify: ZFC:
  • …every being is guided by the osmosis of loss.
  • like sunlight seen through blue ice or the bones of some dead surrealist
  • Maybe I would have found my way up if I could see through memories and not eyes.

Corvid Queen

Website: https://corvidqueen.com/


Daily Science Fiction

Website: https://dailysciencefiction.com/recent


Detritus

Website: https://detritusonline.blogspot.com/


Dreams & Nightmares

Website: http://dreamsandnightmaresmagazine.blogspot.com/

  • I have four poems in the latest issue of Scifaikuest. One of them was chosen by the editor as the best poem in the issue. Jamie Lee Moyer, a fantasy writer who I have known for a long time, died recently, apparently of natural causes. It happened about a week […]
  • leap-day babiesgraduate three years earlyold before their time
  • not a whisper the thump of breakfast-bound paws
  • I have a full-length poetry collection coming out from Weird House, probably sometime next year. The working title is Unwelcome Guests. It has been long enough in the making that I have almost half the poetry I would need for a subsequent collection.
  • Ann K. Schwader and I wrote a bunch of rengay last year and the year before. Then we switched to split sequences and wrote a couple. Now we're writing fib sequences, which seems a little easier than split sequences. We might try some other forms that are suited to collaboration, […]
  • wooden blocks spell out their demands cookies
  • the edge of summersun burns my backthrough a damp shirt
  • It is supposed to be 80°F (26-27C) here today. It hasn't been this warm in mid-Winter since we visited Miami at Christmas more than 30 years ago. The greenhouse is heating up, even with the door open during the day, yet there could be another cold snap in March. Last […]
  • A tattered paperback copy of Andre Norton's Star Rangers, given to me years ago by one of several downsizing friends. It seemed to start a little slowly, but ended up being a good read. This is one of her young-adult books, which I remember fondly from my early teenage years. […]
  • wildflower gardendelicate purple starsamong the bricks

Eye to the Telescope

Website: http://www.eyetothetelescope.com/


Farther Stars Than These

Website: http://www.fartherstars.com/

  • 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 comprised of the same sub-atomic material. But it is a proven fact that love doesn’t always follow the rules. Our physicalities would never meet, our existence based on different minerals and wavelengths, contrary […]
  • 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 […]
  • 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 Descent My 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 […]
  • 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, […]
  • 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 […]
  • 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 at the most sedate of nibblers, piercing the victim’s carapace with a syringe-like lance. It’s […]
  • 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. Monday Dr. […]

Fiction Kitchen Berlin

Website: https://fictionkitchen.berlin/

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Flash Fiction Online

Website: http://flashfictiononline.com/main/

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Fleas on the Dog

Website: https://fleasonthedog.com/


Frozen Wavelets

Website: https://earthianhivemind.net/category/frozen-wavelets/

  • The Winter 2023 edition of Frozen Wavelets –Issue #8– is live. Read the beautifully dark and quirky flash fiction and poetry of eleven authors from all over the world. Featuring Colleen Anderson, Daniel Ausema, Deborah D. Davitt, Ruth Joffre J.D. Harlock, Toshiya Kamei, Gerri Leen, Marisca Pichette, Marsheila Rockwell, C. […]
  • On March 3 [redacted, quality checks in progress], Frozen Wavelets #8 (Winter 2023) will go live, featuring our typical mix of flash fiction and dark poetry by truly amazing authors. We cannot wait to share it with the world.
  • After many delays, Frozen Wavelets Issue #7 is finally live. Read the excellent flash fiction and poetry of ten authors from all over the world. Featuring Carly Racklin, Beth Cato, Louis Evans, Avra Margariti, Sarina Dorie, Deborah L. Davitt, Lena Ng, Kim Whysall-Hammond, Marie Brennan and Melanie Harding-Shaw.
  • I’ve always known I could walk on water. You must’ve tried it. Sat on the edge of a dock, jeans rolled up. Reached out and pressed your sole against the surface. Felt it push back. Then a wave broke over your toes and you pretended you never really thought the […]
  • EDITED ON 27 FEBRUARY 2022 It has been a while in this pandemic year, but here we are again. In Spring 2022, Frozen Wavelets #7 (double issue Fall/Winter) will go live, featuring another mix of flash fiction and dark poetry by some amazingly talented authors. We can’t wait to share […]
  • It seems ages since the last time I have posted here, but it has (only) been about a month. Many things happened in this time, one being finalising the decisions for the last round of submissions to Frozen Wavelets and preparing the lining up for issue #7, which is going […]
  • Submissions are now closed and we’re making progress on the ones still outstanding. We’ve received a record number this time (I have still to make a full statistical analysis but we had more than 500 pieces), which, considering we only accept flashes and (very) short poetry, looks quite exceptional. Please […]
  • Just a quick post to remind you the submission window for 2021 in going to close in 48 hours. We have received so far more than 350 pieces in between flash fiction and poetry. As mentioned before, due to staff shortage, this time is going to take a bit longer […]
  • Please remember to follow the guidelines and submit exclusively to the Moksha portal. All the rest will be deleted unread. As announced, we are also seeking applications for a volunteer position as an Editor, to replace the one who left at the beginning of the year. Prerequisites: familiarity with speculative […]
  • After many Covid-related delays and all that these strange times can throw at us, here we are again. Our next submission period opens on Monday 6 September. The window will remain open for about three weeks, until September 25. Please make sure to review the submission guidelines and follow them when […]

The Future Fire

Website: http://www.futurefire.net/


The GNU Journal

Website: https://gnujournal.com/


Havok

Website: https://gohavok.com/ (older stories are paywalled)

  • by Ckaushal
    “You're about to see wonders none of your friends back home will believe.” The old sailor wiped his sweaty brow with a stained cloth. “Y-e-p.” He dragged the word out to three distinct syllables, and Daryn gritted his teeth. That dingy, smelly codger danced daily on what nerves remained in […]
  • by Kat Vinson
    I’d spent centuries avoiding typical societal celebrations of love. If experience was any indication, this Valentine’s night was shaping up to be as dull and tedious as every other. A sudden movement caught my eye. A woman ran for the alley, her hair streaming behind her like golden ribbons. She […]
  • by Kat Vinson
    Whenever a scientist—a certain kind of scientist— “misplaces” something important, I get a call. This time it came to my DC studio apartment at midnight. Instantly awake, I sat up and reached for a light switch. “Give me the details.” “Yaeger, it’s Mitchell. I need you to find two adult […]
  • by Kat Vinson
    “I’ve been told that you have some very special… abilities,” Madeline Collins said, her eyes darting about the room as she tried not to squirm. She was used to finer homes, but this house was one notch above a trailer park. “I suppose you could say that,” Val Owens replied, […]
  • by Kat Vinson
    The Great Wall of China. Hadrian’s Wall. Their builders weren’t just trying to keep the enemy out. They were safeguarding what was within. Secrets of the night. Joy. Laughter. Only a fool would leave the safety of his walled city to risk exposure and capture. Which is why I should […]
  • by Teddi Deppner
    Announcing the winners of the "Remember January" flash fiction contest!
  • by Kat Vinson
    Get comfortable, my exquisite Snowflake. I have a story to tell. My tale begins with a meandering stroll through a chilly, moonlit forest. As I wandered, families slumbered in cozy cottages, blissfully unaware that dawn’s golden light would soon reveal intricate patterns on their windowpanes, an icy gift from none […]

Kaleidotrope

Website: http://www.kaleidotrope.net/


Kingdoms in the Wild

Website: https://kingdomsinthewild.com/

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Ligeia Magazine

Website: https://www.ligeiamagazine.com/


Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry

Website: http://www.liminalitypoetry.com/

  • [cover art by Caitlyn Kurilich] Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry Issue #28 – Summer 2021 edited by Shira Lipkin Table of Contents Editorial  –  Shira Lipkin Careless Harms, Thoughtless Constructions  –   Lynne Sargent Young Adult Catalogue   –    Rasha Abdulhadi The Egypt … Continue reading →
  • (“Cave” by Sami Keinänen is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0) Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry Issue #27 – Spring 2021 edited by Shira Lipkin Table of Contents Editorial  –  Shira Lipkin Gravity is the combined weight of our hearts  –  Robert Ford Naked … Continue reading →
  • (Utah Desert Monolith by Patrick A. Mackie) Liminality: A Magazine of Speculative Poetry Issue #26 – Winter 2020-21 edited by Shira Lipkin Table of Contents Editorial   –   Shira Lipkin More Noise Than the Wind and the Rain  –  Amelia Gorman A … Continue reading →
  • (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 →

Little Blue Marble

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  • My shoulders widen: they broaden, outstretch the backs of your valleys. My fingers lengthen, my legs grow heftier. They expand, they grow; taking up too much space in this room. You wince at my cigarette smoke. It’s a grey mistress dancing seductively, swaying in the unclean air to her own […]
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Lowestoft Chronicle

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Mithila Review

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MoonPark Review

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Nanoism

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  • They still talk often. Never on what would have been their anniversary. But often. R. Gatwood’s fiction has appeared or is forthcoming, depending on your temporal location, in Metaphorosis. The post 1000 first appeared on Nanoism.
  • Was my aimless youth the antithesis of my unborn son’s heartbeats, my wife breathing through contractions, the sun painting the sill golden? Kenneth Tanemura has an MFA in Creative Writing from Purdue University. He lives in Daytona Beach, Florida.  The post 999 first appeared on Nanoism.
  • She wants to drag him to the doctor so the doctor will tell her what to expect. But she knows what to expect. Alisa Golden is feeling a little on edge at neverbook.com. The post 998 first appeared on Nanoism.
  • Feedback: excellent at building rapport; needs to work on cutting people off. Kristen Liberty Zecca – medical student, wife, dog mom. The post 997 first appeared on Nanoism.
  • After using his second wish to undo his first, he decided never to use his third. Joshua C. Frank works in statistics, lives in Texas, and is a poet at The Society of Classical Poets. The post 996 first appeared on Nanoism.
  • I watch my friends hang out without me for hours. I don’t think they can see me. I wish they would find my body already. Cooper Warren is a senior in high school and wrote this short story as a project for English class. The post 995 first appeared on […]
  • Your silence was louder than the sirens. Kayla Hazelton is living, laughing, loving. The post 994 first appeared on Nanoism.
  • I’ve always heard people say “there’s no love like a mother’s love.” Sometimes, it makes me wonder how much I am missing out on. Morgan Foster is a teenage girl without a mother. The post 993 first appeared on Nanoism.
  • As we inch toward the end, the next several stories come from students! I love when teachers use Nanoism as a writing class exercise. The post March Stories first appeared on Nanoism.
  • She only says bad things about dad but I know she misses him. I hear her crying after she tucks me in. He died before she could leave him. Ethan Noll writes as often as possible because it makes him feel good. The post 992 first appeared on Nanoism.

New American Legends

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  • Alice slid through the small crowd in the kitchen. All she wanted was a Diet Pepsi but she couldn’t get… Read more Freaky and Ridiculous by Luann Lewis
  • She was running, leaping, almost dancing. She was so excited, holdingthe door handle wrapped in her over- skirt. Her house,… Read more THE GINGERBREAD HOUSE CAFÉ By Melissa Miles
  • Desire on Sale The mannequin faces a storefront window. Stiff, plastic legs cap off in a miniskirt with enough flair… Read more Two Poems from Jennifer Ruth Jackson
  • Being bonded to a Crab-shell was a choice that Margaux Delacroix didn’t know she was making when she read the… Read more CRAB-SHELL by T A Ciccarone
  • Cancy, Atoka County, southeastern Oklahoma: home of the Boggy Bottom Monster. A reddish-brown ‘squatch with long arms and legs –… Read more The Boggy Bottom Monster by Richard Stevenson
  • Jackson never liked hunting much in the dead of winter, but still he sat up in the tree wearing his… Read more Dead of Winter by Molly Houser
  • Bone stars structure a universe  Like a billion spines  But they facture   The universe is trying to crush me  Maybe… Read more The Hidden Skeleton by Angelo Letizia
  • Asiel tightened her arm around the large shell wrapped in the ragged silk. Widely, she spread the fingers of her… Read more Boundlessly Bright by Juliet Lockwood
  • 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

new sinews

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The Piker Press

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  • Author: Frank De CanioGenre: poem rhymedDate: 2024-02-26Rated: PG-13"… Well-armed soldiers could not defy one better …"
  • Author: Richard D. HartwellGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2024-02-26Rated: PG-13Haiku…
  • Author: NavratraGenre: poemDate: 2024-02-26Rated: PG-13"…Abracadabra : change this world…"
  • Author: Robert Paul AllenGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2024-02-26Rated: PG-13"…like missing pieces of a puzzle…"
  • Author: Andrea DamicGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2024-02-26Rated: PG-13"…the ring of her laughter, the audacity in her demeanour…"
  • Author: Jeffrey ZableGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2024-02-26Rated: PG-13"… I’m not trying to sell you anything…"
  • Author: Anne EyriesGenre: cover story fiction lifeDate: 2024-02-26Rated: PG-13Keep in mind that those who remember are more than just memories…
  • Author: Dharmpal Mahendra JainGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2024-02-26Rated: PG-13"…not a moment passed without you…"
  • Author: Luis Cuauhtémoc BerriozábalGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2024-02-26Rated: PG-13"…I never prepared to feel like this…"
  • Author: Sterling WarnerGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2024-02-26Rated: PG-13"…ghost stories uttered a hundred lifetimes…"

Polar Borealis

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Polu Texni

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  • Avra Margariti Cauldron alchemy of sizzling wormwood heart-sparks glowing like sixth magnitude stars which is to say not bright at all salt sulfur mercury the yin yang and beyond blood drawn from meaty bottom lip the missing ingredient Grandma Spider instructs I fill a bowl with boiled goat milk and […]
  • Rebecca Bennet “When did you stop looking at the moonlight?” He asks from behind the cash register of a family store remembering a shadow of us in formation on the field echoing the same howls of our fathers He’s looking at a body no longer lithe and hairless sees I’ve […]
  • By Jordan Kurella Choose words like thread Only the brightest will do The boldest are too brittle Too weathered for the force of his storm Weave words, cast away suitors Wait for your love to return Work long at this tapestry & then cover yourself in its conversation Each night, […]
  • Ursula Whitcher Sue's grandkid asks, "Will it be hard for you, learning a different language?" and Sue says, "Honey, Fargo is America," but you say, "Oh, I've done it before." The new boxes were Sue's—black Amazon arrows, that navy apron like an eared robot—and the books go in, The Bread […]
  • Claire Smith Summertime – Persephone strides through parklands blazing sun ripens flesh. She picks a pomegranate rips it in half with fingernails, sucks out sour seeds licks acid aftertaste – juice dribbles round her lips. She meets him fishing the lake: torn combats, faded rugby shirt, baseball cap. He knows […]
  • Gretchen Tessmer afterwards, she locks the casket by silver candlelight which bounces in enclosed spaces cat-like casting shadows over all this gargoyle-gothic New Orleans masonry flooded with swamp water condensation puckering up the mold that fits in shallow sea-caves trapping blue-green beads of salty, selkie dreams in curling beards of […]
  • Tony Daly On an interstellar transport at a distant way-station, a female android with immaculately polished surfacing and pre-programmed smile helps a tentacled man slither on board. He wears an elegant moth eaten vest over a compression-suit with frayed seems, an aqua-tube over dehydrated gills, with an overly lathered proboscis […]
  • I’ve been having fun creating illustrations with artificial intelligence drawing program, CrAIyon. I will probably go back to the classic illustrations I usually use after this, except for those cases where I have an exact idea of what I’m looking for or where I can’t find a fitting painting. But […]
  • Hester J. Rook Still yourself; the moment you stop moving the world is only breeze and your own soft breath. Hush not even the insects sing out here. The sleeping giants roll across the sky and when it rains the space before them pearls with fishtailed light. This is a […]
  • Michelle Muenzler It's not really a gun unless it's loaded, your father said which doesn't make much sense the more you think about it what with the silent zzzt of your rifle whining in your ear, battery charger dangerously low and your opponents those octopodal bear-backed who-knows-whats slinging shells from […]

Priestess & Hierophant

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Prismatica

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Reckoning

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  • by Lovely Raju
    1 (The Cyclone)   An owl cries for her baby. Dead body is found nowhere. The storm again is a good Killer of unborn dreams.   My father mourns for the tree. The trunk lies on the ground, Sleeps and soon will die.   He planted it years ago.   […]
  • by Dina Abdulhadi
    Aureliano Segundo ask[ed the Arabs] with his usual informality what mysterious resources they had relied upon so as not to have gone awash in the storm . . . one after the other, from door to door, they returned a crafty smile and a dreamy look, and without any previous […]
  • by Chanlee Luu
    For K Phung   My best male friend in college was a fun guy. Vietnamese—we share the same “middle name”— Le, although his is Lê and mine Lệ. That extra dot carried a lot of weight. Lê, an unassuming pear. My dad insisted 丽 meant beautiful.   My aunt insisted […]
  • by Olumide Manuel
    The ruins sitting quiet on the belly of the earth, the slush of water filling the bleached street, the mouth of deluge raising a toast to white hills, and the farmers’ agony and its harvest basket of tears, are the bodies of this poem sickening my inside like a claw. […]
  • by Esther Alter
    When Israel finished its retraction of the rights of all immigrants, women, queers, and others, and reduced the Knesset to an advising body for a permanent non-elected executive, when that nation stripped away the rights of the remaining Palestinians, all rights, until they were but animals before the law, the […]
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  • by Dyani Sabin
    I In ethanol, the chitin of a crayfish fades, a carapace of rubber and silk. Its joints articulate, tail spreads under pressure, uropods from telson under a microscope, the jaggedness of its mouthparts, a question.   The lab is silent as I inspect ten-legged aliens, door open for fumes. Is […]
  • by Cristina Legarda
    The Atlantic horseshoe crab, Limulus polyphemus, is not a crab at all— more an ancient, armored spider, here 500 million years.   Choose the right vessel: long and straight. Choose a good insertion point: key to success. Tourniquet, swab, stab, advance, occlude, connect, untie, secure: the sequence for an intravenous […]
  • by J.H. Lee
    I come from another ocean just as deep, just as mazarine   with tides that swell and churn of cloves, anise, cardamom,   a constellation. Where north? Where east? A foreboding task   for someone so close to the equator.   Do not drown. Do not drown. A leatherback turtle […]
  • by Sara E. Palmer
    When you really want to break someone, you take their kids.   We’re a simple animal, and bearing costs.   After the storm I go down the beach, visit time, lenses of shell on shell, thousands of practical years of canoes and oysters, fires on the sand, veils of cedar […]

Rigorous

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Rune Bear Weekly

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  • Reyna tucked the poppet into her desk when the Watcher walked the classroom, shoulders hunched, eyes skimming the rows for something amiss. He clicked his tongue as he loomed over her. 
  • Under a weak winter sun, I set out two gold coins on the front stair.
  • Each year, the boy watched from his highest window.
  • There once sat a vast sea, undisturbed by humanity, the creatures of the wild, or the elements themselves. Baited serenity reigned over its taut surface until recently when small ripples pressed upon the shore.

Silver Blade

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Space & Time

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SPANK the CARP

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Speculative City

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Spittoon Monthly

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Sponge

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Strange Horizons

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Sub-Saharan Magazine

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  • unsung tales of yoke unbroken mosaics of the many unlived hung undone the newborn scion betrothed to the meanders of flexile gods as ritual or phantom—I do not know which yet, we dip the newborn in the bewitching lakes as early riser or insomniac—I do not remember which yet, the forlorn sky […]
  • A rustle is heard in the vert; A mother stalks her young. A cold sinister wind howls an abominable note, a thief chances on hidden treasure; a poacher claims his price. Unsuspecting, the sun shines ever so brightly; the Earth shrieks in mortal agony. Alas! The moon plots a coup; […]
  • A drop of helium into my soul,  like a spice.  An ingredient for independence,  or uplifting, or sadness.  Like years becoming stories,  folktales, near-lies.  Because they're too old to be remembered,  or forgotten— The taste of mama's breast milk,  the taste of African earth, The taste of pap, the sound […]
  • Our history pants hopelessly Under the burden of our complacency  Like an old palm-wine tapper with a huge gourd Balanced upon his crooked, creaking back.  Our time, tired of regrets  Spread around its sodden sands for too long,  Has turned a rooster with a penetrating crow– Deafening like the sounds […]
  • Mother won't bleed again to the breaking song According to the gospel of insanity of man. She says life is in the hands of a madman. She says Sunday is not enough  To bless the memories of her son  Who she lost in the hands of stray bullets. Mother won't […]
  • 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 […]

Sugared Water

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Tales from the Moonlit Path

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TERSE.

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  • Depending how technical you want to get, murals are one of the oldest forms of human art. From stone age cave paintings to Greek frescos, humans have been drawing on the walls for thousands of years. Like with many of the oldest art forms, from signing to making rhythms on […]
  • Maybe I took the theme of ‘Mycelia’ too literally, but the first thing that came to mind was the fungus which controls its victims’ behavior before using them as nutrition for its fruiting bodies.  I imagined the state of mind of an infected ant and tried to find some positives […]
  • You recently told me you were haunted by Sappho after performing a ritual as prescribed by CA Conrad. Is the spirit of Anne Carson in the room with us now? In all seriousness, how do you work with an ancient text full of silence and elisions?  If I said yes, […]
  • Few are the creators who can truly balance skills. There are few places where this is clearer than in sequential art, also known as “comics.” Often as collaborative as film, creative teams of up to four skilled professionals are routinely used on a project. Fortunately, this is only one aspect […]
  • Thirst for Salt by Madelaine Lucas “I liked the idea of Jude made into a clean slate for me, my touch negating all others, so sure then I would be the one, at last, to make an indelible mark. I wanted so badly for it to be true. That we […]
  • Richard Prince is an American artist who was born on the sixth of August 1949. However, he was not born in the United States of America, instead, he was born in the then-U.S.-controlled Panama Canal Zone, which is now the country of the Republic of Panama. Prince is known as a […]
  • Rachel Chanter is a writer from Lancashire, currently based in London. Her work has featured in Ambit, Oxford Poetry, The North, and Neon. Her pronouns are she/her.
  • The world can be a scary place. What better way to deal with this fact than to laugh and enjoy the time we have? So often things come down to a matter of laugh, cry, or die. One person who had definitely taken the first option is the multifaceted creator […]
  • Big Swiss by Jen Beagin “All I’m saying is that trauma doesn’t get you a lifelong get-out-of-jail-free card. It also doesn’t necessarily confer wisdom, or the right to pontificate”… The world of Jen Beagin’s Big Swiss is nothing if not unusual. Living in a bug-infested farmhouse, Greta both makes her […]
  • We bought one of those wood signs, with the edgesrustic and singed, naming our property something folksy and fun, “Cabin a real good time,” while withinthe loamy needled ground, under the “nature trail,”(oxymorons R us), a mycorrhizal network connectsthis tree and this, in ways that would topplea metaphor in sheer […]

Uncanny: A Magazine of Science Fiction and Fantasy

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  • by C. S. E. Cooney
    for the Doctors of Carterhaugh, Brittany Warman and Sara Cleto   I have danced in my day. I have danced. red ribbons in my hair, at my throat. spat my ring in his soup, pearl and gold. stole a ring from his tower. it broke. spat up toads. spat up […]
  • by Sodïq Oyèkànmí
    —for Nyxïa               permit me to start again— to etch my verses on the moon                         –stones circling the crown             on your head— to open the medallion […]
  • by Ai Jiang
    We, the rebirthed gods, drink their past, we drink their anger, and we feel the ashes scrape against our lips, the heat boiling our skin, snaking its way in and its rough texture, cooling against our icy tongues, crystalizing the past deep, deep within us. And for those of us […]
  • by Ali Trotta
    Tell me you’ve bolted the door, the one inside your heart, tell me, you’ve abandoned the ghost you once loved, let love you, haunted and haunting, until your mouth was all cobweb and ash, broken spells unraveling before you could fix them, runes wrecked before they gathered full power—   […]
  • by Lora Gray
    1. Do not assume this lake is suitable for haunting. Ask yourself: is it murky with life? Choked with algae? Are there bluegill? Whitefish? Midges? Are Pleistocene spirits already inhabiting these shores? Do you see the thumbprint of a giant sloth, a mammoth, tusk snapped by an unfortunately timed step, […]
  • by Angela Liu
    In a blue cabin on the water, the old woman lies across three cushioned seats, her arms wrapped together like a hagfish knotting itself together before ripping flesh from whalefall She’s dreaming. It starts with a smear of light across a midnight ocean The island is a disc of smoking […]
  • by Tehnuka
    Content note: implied mass death   On discharge, the hospital issues you a shining smartwatch— it ticks differently to wall clocks. The adults say not to worry, but a manikkūdu is a time cage and yours is narrowing You wonder how small you can become before it crushes you. When […]
  • by Carlie St. George
    but why should that surprise you? you shattered the glass, all these pieces cracked and scattered across the floor                        isolated from each other, it was just safer that way. no one could see the whole picture. every self had […]
  • by Emily Jiang
    I stole your wish. I brushed it off your cheek when you weren’t looking. I thought of putting it in my pocket to keep the other wishes happy, but then what if they bullied it— what makes many happy won’t make one happy. so I let it sit on my […]
  • by Ai Jiang
    to bear life from within you to let it rip you apart from the inside out, tear through your flesh to escape into a world more chaotic than your mind. to hear it cry desire for not seconds, minutes, not hours, but for days, weeks, years. they make it sound […]

Vulture Bones

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Why Vandalism?

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