Fiction | JOYLAND

Trilobite and Isle of Wight

Ed Park -

Arrivals People were laughing, afterwards. They laughed during, too, before anyone knew what was going on or what might happen. The thing to do upon...

Walking Bird

Lydia Millet -

One of the birds was lame, struggling gamely along the perimeter of the fence. The bird was large, a soft color of blue, and...

Either/Or

Allison Carter -

from Ways For Going Or For Making Go In the morning an alarm sounded. Barely audible through the walls of the barn, it held at...

New Norwegian (Parts 1 & 2)

Harold Abramowitz -

Part 1: A Rapacious Bird, and or A Life Filled With A Snake Were glad enough to get their supper...

The Malibu

Zinzi Clemmons -

I am in the back seat of my uncle’s BMW in Constantia Kloof, a wealthy enclave in the hills to the west of Johannesburg....

16 Years Gone

Neal Giannone -

At the whim of weather I feel like Seattle. Without heroin I can feel the hours. I can feel every molecule of space when...

The Lilac Church

Lauren Collee -

The bus route began – for me, that is – in my neighbourhood, and then wound down past the mosque, through the leafy parts...