Fiction | JOYLAND

Ruth Galm -

She has been watching Will play baseball in the park across the street, watching him bend his entire torso, the long, thin ankle of...

Natalee Caple -

I’ll come back if you need me. I’ll know if you are feeling lost. And now it is night and you have left my...

Larissa Diakiw -

I told you over lunch, where Kaiser buns seemed to sprout cucumber through a sheet of spinach, what I thought about Alec Melnyk, the...

Zoe Whittall -

1. Sauntering down Aisle 6 at the 24-hour Dominion grocery store, Lee is cradling an overly large zucchini. It sits inside the sleeve of his...

ROSE McCANN -

-1- The Jesuits place a high value on the written word, so much so that they hire an outsider to run the literary magazine....

Janice Lee -

It was insistent, the corpse, in the daughter’s careful execution of the process, as if the octopus was asserting its physical presence all the...

Theodore McDermott -

In Indiana, the itinerant portraitist wears a sweater and smokes a cigarillo. Richard Hawkmeat is his name. From fourteen up until the age of...

Arjun Basu -

When the sun sets over the mountains the sky becomes a royal shade of purple. Then it all turns a kind of bubble...

Sina Queyras -

She knew little of poetry, nothing of Sappho, other than a book she had found on a shelf in the used bookstore. Walking as...

Rachel Knudsen -

The seagull hovered for a moment, then landed on the hood of David’s car. “Look at that thing,” David said. “It’s going to shit...