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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: Lora Kilpatrick When you wake up, they tell you not to look in the mirror. You feel cocky like always, so you float over to the bathroom when they release you. You expect to see the person you were before you died. It comes as a shock to realize […]
  • Author: Mark Renny When Time stopped it was harsh; a blurred still but dense and difficult to navigate. When it happened to Damien it was fleeting, only for seconds really, a few minutes at most and he simply stood still and closed his eyes and waited it out. They, the […]
  • Author: Jenny Abbott For Harold Culpepper, the concept of dying had, until now, seemed like a relatively abstract event—something everyone had to do at some point, but tried not to think about and avoided discussing in polite settings. But now, as he lay bleeding by the darkened roadside, he was […]
  • Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer The microwave is telling tales on me. I had an extra chocolate pudding I took from the restaurant. The family left and it was just sitting there unopened. So I took it. I’m recycling. But the bloody microwave scanned the barcode. I heard it: ‘mmmzzt’. […]
  • Author: Nisheé An enormous clear lake mirrored the cosmos. Water and sky danced in unison as the rhythm of the waves echoed from the sapphire mountain cliffs on the other side. A warm breeze blew through the rows of magenta palm trees that lined the white sand shore. An occasional […]
  • Author: Tobias Hope Young The falling star landed about fifteen years back. Killed everything in a ten-mile radial. Science folks say it did this by changing the center of cavity in the area. Ya see cavity is the thing that keeps us from floating away, and the center of cavity […]
  • Author: Jennifer Thomas Esteemed benefactors, honored guests: Thank you for attending today’s repatriation ceremony. We begin with our customary Planetary Acknowledgment. We gratefully recognize the communities on whose ancestral and unceded planet we gather today. We acknowledge the planetary dispossession and involuntary removals suffered by the inhabitants. While we have […]
  • Author: Igor Dyachishin Today may be the most important, and last, day of Anatoly Kravnikov’s life. When he was 25, Anatoly founded Kravnikov AI mostly using borrowed money but also some that he inherited from his mother – a stock market player with incredibly effective cognitive augmentations. Kravnikov’s enterprise turned […]
  • Author: Aubrey Williams My job is a strange one, but it pays well, and only takes me a few hours, so I can’t complain. The company I work for— one of those powerful computer research firms, I won’t say which— has a very large office in the city. It’s the […]
  • Author: Majoki I plotted interplanetary trajectories with a buggy whip. I routed the whole of the Infonet with a dot-dot-dash-dot. I was the perfect blend of the new and old. And loony as a toon. They called me Quantum Annie. My processing schizophrenia can be traced to the great integer […]

Abyss & Apex

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

  • Joshua Jones Lofflin the swan _______________ Joshua Jones Lofflin’s writing has appeared in Apparition Lit, The Best Microfiction, The Best Small Fictions, The Cincinnati Review, CRAFT, SmokeLong Quarterly, and elsewhere. He lives in Maryland. Find him online at jjlofflin.com Backstory: … Continue reading →
  • Todd Sullivan A Cartoon Universe Seong’s classmates cavort on the ceiling, their shrieks of laughter raining down to drench his hair. He creates a flock of sparrow and blue jay origami on the wooden nest of his desk, forced focused … Continue reading →
  • Suzanne J. Willis The Folklore of Glass There are worlds blown to life by human breath, the breath of little gods. Tiny globes for a single glass bee and its sweet sting; others so vast that cities spring up inside … Continue reading →
  • Yuliia Vereta Martian Museum Here’s a stuffed blue whale converted into a fine museum. It’s got all of Mother Earth in it, from beginning to the very end. Dinosaur bones, mounds of snow, the heads of astronauts in alcohol… Stuffed … Continue reading →
  • Randall Andrews Red Destiny Red stone beneath my feet, red sand between my toes, red dreams behind my eyes as I sail the barren skies    of space. One thousand of my race, one seed upon the breeze, one people called … Continue reading →
  • M.C. Childs But this could never be like Kansas    An Em and Almira Gulch Found poem and Pantoum for 23 years, I’ve been dying to tell you what I thought of you and here you are and now, well, being … Continue reading →
  • Ann K. Schwader Noctalgic We are so many & so bright that we have wiped the stars away, surrendering our astral sight to blindness of encroaching day. That we have wiped the stars away impoverished us. Those myths now lost … Continue reading →
  • F. J. Bergmann Going Native no lifeforms here just these rocks that move in the night hailing the mothership: we wait for the indigenes to evolve laser capabilities adopting native costume to wow the folks back home … it won’t come … Continue reading →
  • Introduction to Issue 90 from the Poetry Editor’s Desk Please enjoy these endeared poets from around the world who bring you some well-done form poems (two different kinds of Pantoums and a subverted Haibun), a concrete or shape poem, as … Continue reading →
  • The Inner Landscape The abyss and the apex of human emotions is what Abyss & Apex Magazine is all about. In this edition you will find the laconic and laid-back humor of Maine residents, a far-too-hesitant and timid PhD researcher … Continue reading →

Altered Reality

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

Feed displays only poetry.

  • In the candle of my night I see you blinking your eyes, pink with a magnanimous a vocabulary of mythology, a Nordic star, shy, shining in blondness, resorting, shuffling back and forth like a loaded deck of cards, lead-weighted- your … Continue reading → The post Candle of my Night […]
  • I walk in a pillow of cinder. Flames apart from this night still ignite. I am still determining where I live in a yellow mist, muddled in early morning white fog. I lost my compass in a manhole, dumped, dazed … Continue reading → The post Chicago by Michael Lee […]
  • The distances you traversed in space put you up there with the immortals but then you remember standing alone on a bare rocky planet encased in a suit, and you felt like the tiniest, most fragile, of creatures, so far … Continue reading → The post Space Explorer by John […]
  • In the aroma of Sunday-made curries, The lemon sprinkled cakes, Memorable moments find life again And drift on the breeze. Beyond and below my eyes I see the layout of a table, A kitchen taking the shape of a heart … Continue reading → The post Mother’s Kitchen by Antreka […]
  • the sea, the sky, the earth, the wind, somewhere within my soul it sings— and mourns and grieves for you – my monument, my rock, my sea, my tree, my roots, I grasp for the ancestry you’ve passed down with … Continue reading → The post My Father by Lisa […]
  • the cliff we climb, the rocks we grasp the dew and doubt, that makes us slide, and slide and dive, into mog and mire. with urgency we vainly grasp the rocks we hold that steady our climb— we grasp the … Continue reading → The post Resurrection by Lisa Lahey […]
  • You know that game, Where you think of it, You lose? You’re welcome, By the way. And Welcome, To my life. Only, it’s not one thing, It’s a huge list, I’m The only one playing. It’s not a game, And … Continue reading → The post No Win by Yoon […]
  • While the first yellow leaves stare from their unforgetting, and summer starts to become nothing more than a hallucination, I myself start to unforget. Familiar strangers start to recur on the walls, and it’s funny— because I’ve been making new … Continue reading → The post Strangers by Yoon Park […]
  • He spent more than half his youth, just pursuing, building walls, living a life of luxury, every moment a cinematic fantasy, building up what he considered to be independent, keeping his capelet billowing in the strongest steadiest of winds over … Continue reading → The post Vast Oceans by Yoon […]
  • The orchid is purple. My life is gray, it bleeds out in monotone – a duly noted contrast. Clouded mornings fill my cup. I burn my lips on pride. I carry today in a paper bag – a rusty lunch … Continue reading → The post The Orchid is Purple […]

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 Lee Hana WAVES SURGE through the narrow gap. White spray is flung high before the furious water is sucked back out. Food remains, caught up on ridges carved in exposed reef. The fastest of the pickers run forward whooping, to catch wriggling crabs and small fish before the next […]
  • By Robert W. Caldwell There had been alien invasion stories for years. Martians who weren't smart enough to think of germs, flying saucers landing, or pods that replaced humans, and even plants. When the invasion actually happened, it was with a whimper, not a bang.  People began to put white […]
  • By Ed Errington A green sky surrounds a green sun. It overlooks a land as far as the eye can see, when there are eyes to see it. With the wave of an unseen hand, the green flows into more Earthly colours. From an undefined somewhere, fifty circular, ancient stadiums […]
  • By Brenda Anderson Former Prison Guard Ernie’s Diary begins:                                             At eleven a.m. on Wednesday 24th July 2040, twenty-two low security prisoners busted out of jail. The guards got fired, myself included. I’m piecing the story together.  Brace yourself. There’s singing, scripture and chains. Best I can figure it out, a […]
  • By J. S. O'Keefe By two o’clock he was convinced he couldn’t take it any longer. He marched to the manager’s office. The secretary was busy painting her nails while trying to manoeuvre to eat the last Boston Kreme left in a large Dunkin’ Donuts box. “George, you go right […]
  • By Chris Gladstone We were coming in blind, turbulence rocking the ship from side to side, Grooth growling, eyes tightly shut, fur standing on end, my hands hovering over the ship’s controls with my teeth tightly clenched. Jezra was calm. She gently patted my face. ‘Trust your ship, Cal. Resurrection […]
  • By Chuck McKenzie Mike took a few paces up the hall, wrinkling his nose against the stale air as ageing floorboards creaked underfoot. He turned back to face Jacob as his brother closed the front door quietly behind them. “Okay, I think I’ve been pretty patient, so what the fuck?” […]
  • By Kai Holmwood Tuesday, September 16, 2025 Helena Massey, also known as LenaMa, is an American artist from Los Angeles, California, now based in Dunedin. Her latest — and, to date, only — public exhibition, titled lifeLine, features hundreds of aluminium straws (perhaps better described as pipes or tubes, as […]
  • By Michael T Schaper The start of spring, wasn’t it? Fantastic! The vampire Dracuul von Humboldt III couldn’t help but feel a little excited when the alarm clock woke him from his extended hibernation. Tonight was an important date, he recalled, something that every creature of the dark usually made […]
  • By Kevin J. Phyland I woke suddenly in the almost-dark. Some noise had brought me from slumber, more by its unusual nature than its volume, and I strained, listening for it. I finally found it and separated it from the background noises of outer suburbia. It was a faint crackling. […]

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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  • …Adam’s apple falls not far…
  • …chalk lines on the water,  to the origins of the ocean’s voice.
  • Unravel larvae steeped in stars emptied & excrement
  • Shame was a string of ants trialing behind me
  • This has nothing to do with the game of Mobius Strip Poker…
  • 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.

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/

  • scales fish lost them to become frog lizard bought them back fowl retained a few man's lizard stays inside gazing out through narrow eyes
  • no one saw the planet killer for long
  • Got an email today about the 50th reunion of my high School graduating class. I had three friends in high school; two of them were a year behind me. The one person I was good friends with in my class apparently isn't going. One of the organizers is a girl […]
  • palmetto bugs scuttle for a way back out bewildered
  • Shuffle"Imagine that we are standing in the three-dimensional extension of a much larger library." John waved his arm at the dingy window above the study carrel. "The dogwood out there? Choose a different set of three dimensions and you might see something that doesn't photosynthesize, maybe nothing alive. These books […]
  • mouthparts beat in fundamental time a promise
  • the crunch in her mouth not painful at all
  • https://horrorkujournal.blogspot.com/ Two of my #horror #poems here today
  • Walking With Amy time crashed in running back to find myself at Central Park Zoo feel my parents' panic
  • Putative author of al-Hazred hoax ms found dead in marsh Arkham, MA – A badly decomposed body discovered south of Innsmouth last Thursday has been identified as that of Alexander Moraru. The body was found awash at low tide by clammers. It was entangled in a length of stout rope, […]

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 Kat Vinson
    “Get him! Behind you!” Jax jabbed at the controls with his thumbs. “Die, wolf beast!” “I got him!” I punched my controls, as we hunched in front of the TV screen, fighting werewolves on Wolfsbane Vengeance 4 in Jax’s dark basement. The screen flashed red. Jax dropped his controls, groaning. […]
  • by Ckaushal
    There is one thing about having six ears: sometimes, you overhear comments that weren’t meant for you. Even though I was still snoozing on Hades’ bed, I heard Artemis addressing my master in the living room. “Do you know what day it is?” I could picture the sly look on […]
  • by Ckaushal
    One and a half miles. Seven thousand nine hundred and twenty feet. That alone stood between Reese and the Triple Crown. And eight other horses, but who cared about them? Not Reese, and certainly not her horse, Paddock Pizzazz, who butted his metal head against the starting gate, impatient. Smoke […]
  • by Ckaushal
    “Gerald, did you know I was top of my class at law school?” “Oh yes, sir, you have it on your business card.” The boatman held up Vincent’s card that he’d given him earlier that day. A fit man in his late fifties, Gerald’s bushy red beard was only just […]
  • by Ckaushal
    Every year, King Hearthsward hosted a grand Midsummer Feast at our royal court. There were games and challenges, boasts and feats of strength, and people traveled from many lands to partake in the celebrations. Even our enemies visited our table, emboldened by the oath of peace during festival-time. If you […]
  • by Ckaushal
    Sketchbook in hand, I leaned over the watchtower’s edge. Dark shadows crept across the hills toward us. Below me, a dozen farmers added sweeping strokes to the canvas in the center square. Hard to believe these men’s artistic experiences once extended only as far as the furrows their plows carved […]
  • by Ckaushal
    The summer I first traveled to America, my father wore a red shirt so I could spot him in the crowds. Let’s just say that system doesn’t work if other people are wearing red shirts and you’re a five-year-old who can’t see above anyone’s butt. As soon as we joined […]

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: Ndaba SibandaGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2024-06-17Rated: PG-13"…For the majority, it has been a lumpy, lousy and thorny wobble…"
  • Author: Arthur DavisGenre: speculative fictionDate: 2024-06-17Rated: PG-13Arthur Davis is a management consultant who has been quoted in The New York Times and in Crain’s New York Business, taught at The New School and interviewed on New York TV News Channel 1.
  • Author: Jim BatesGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2024-06-17Rated: PG-13"…Driving the twisting roads of the Cascades…"
  • Author: Amanda Niamh DawsonGenre: poemDate: 2024-06-17Rated: PG-13Amanda Niamh Dawson was raised in London, Boston, and Washington, DC. She worked in art and publishing in New York and now lives in Northern California.
  • Author: Peter BarbourGenre: fictionDate: 2024-06-17Rated: PG-13A plague is never welcome…
  • Author: Andrea DamicGenre: artDate: 2024-06-17Rated: PG-13"Carob tree. The reason I took it was because I was soooo surprised to see carobs on the tree."
  • Author: Marjorie PezzoliGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2024-06-17Rated: PG-13"…are you sure you have the correct door…"
  • Author: James RumpelGenre: cover story speculative fictionDate: 2024-06-17Rated: PG-13James Rumpel is a retired high school math teacher who enjoys spending some of his free time trying to turn a few of the odd ideas circling his brain into actual stories. He lives in Wisconsin with his wonderful wife, Mary.
  • Author: John GreyGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2024-06-17Rated: PG-13"…There are cameras enough…"
  • Author: Gopal LahiriGenre: poem unrhymedDate: 2024-06-17Rated: PG-13"…the moonless night is so complete in itself…"

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 Koby Omansky
    i. Data Omitted from calculations, all manner of plausible certainty, this rock of burden bleeding the way oxen do when driven home. Here, a projection of growth, exponential: a hot bird touches a hot stone. Now, a graph: a hot bird touches a hot stone in a hot palm. Next […]
  • by William O. Balmer
    beside the crick a few cm deep it glides across spilt jumbles of rock curling trails of unctuous vapor spin fractals up my arm from a stub pinched between fingers white smoke fades away into the glare off the water   the crick chatters the din of each flow a […]
  • by Kelsey Day
    pretty thing come closer your jaw so tense in the gardening aisle I brush my knuckles against the trigger hairs on your mouth, ask about your waterwheel & sundew cousins, when you last digested an arachnid, I admire your hunger, the biology of it, I read that it takes a […]
  • by Joanna Streetly
    It’s one in the morning & my daughter is missing I lie in the dark car, a crate of tools by my head (I should be calling her father)   We started out together, peaceful citizens walking the logging road, shaded by old growth trees, police helicopters, yellow-taped exclusion zones […]
  • by Lovely Raju
    (1)   A giant human shadow on earth Engulfs the ocean and cloud Remains arid now heavy hearted Angel there praying for light.   Mother sitting in the sun. In the kitchen she cooks something She stands still, tap is on Basin is clogged, water soon Floods our planet.   […]
  • 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 […]

Rigorous

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Rune Bear Weekly

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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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  • by Lesley Hart Gunn
    To fly is to deny death / as the body’s natural state
  • by Emily Ruth Verona
    scrawled in the ashes of who I might have been
  • by Devan Barlow
    It’s difficult being a reptile in winter
  • by Jess Hyslop
    I turn to where they are not, / and I nod to them, and they to me.
  • by Tajudeen Muadh
    airstrikes littering the litanies of my existence
  • by Elly Luisa Salah
    Behind it all, his credit card frozen in Coca-Cola
  • by Mary Robles
    I know what you are, said the alien to the doe.
  • by Angel Leal
    an animal is     growing // a rainforest between my ribs.
  • by Samantha H. Chung
    At home, he takes off his makeup and pours 1 tsp active dry yeast into a glass mixing bowl.
  • by Christopher Morgan
    It’s true, I’m older now than I’ve ever been, she thinks, lantern readied in hand. “I know you’ll be the one, Child, who can save them.”

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 Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan
         I mimic my father’s sea beautifully, the quietness      turns out so well. I learn through him how to print      pink atmospheres & administer first aid treatment to shooting stars      just the way the sky desires its first kiss.        Here, […]
  • by Fran Wilde
         A crow crosses each road twice: shadow and shadow cast.      A crow steals gems and light filled foils, this crow      lifts each spoil high, holds it as the sun holds a crow, captured.      But today’s sun is moon-chased. This crow sees its large […]
  • by Ali Trotta
           Your magick is this:            kindness and shadow, fireflies of hope                        burning like embers—            everything you touch signs a raven song, a fairytale,            a reminder that love […]
  • by Angela Liu
                The horse brings you home wading through summer rain, reminds you             not to stare too long at the halo of light the flicker of streetlamps, metal heads bowed over fogged streets your bad knee doesn’t mind the long […]
  • by Tiffany Morris
    Clutched in cold hands and freed to blue topographies a sacred transmission pulses as the light lowers a bright chorus metewintoq is heard singing from night’s dark throat— Each moment is a pearl spat from shell gesigawitgl they flow swiftly— into our depths, where we divine the future far from […]
  • by Eva Papasoulioti
    We ship ourselves in the deep blue sea. Our hands oars, memories the only compass working backwards, downwards, abysswards. We metal our way on the waves, wave ourselves just above the surface. We don’t need to surface to breathe. Breathing rusts our joints, the salt rots our synthetic connections, iodine […]
  • by Jennifer Mace
    you ask me, lips pressed to vertebrae, about the ocean: does it weep for all those lost at sea; does it remember all it’s taken?                             the tides have torn a hole in you, I think, and I press the slim bones of your fingers tight against my ribs, and do […]
  • by Zaynab Iliyasu Bobi
    The Science of Dying Dear creatures,           this is how you will leave this world.             IHouselights will dim their fluorescence and open their curtains,                                      repeatedly, giving darkness a passage.             IIThe air will braid its tentacles into thick black cornrows.             IIIThe drums will […]
  • 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 […]

Vulture Bones

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Why Vandalism?

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