Short Story

Black Sun, Incinerate Me

Maria Kuznetsova -

As Roman and I stroll through Central Park on the way to my book launch, the Soviet poet Marina Tsvetayeva gets up from a...

Help Me, You’re Bleeding

Katya Apekina -

I’m in a support group for monsters, loosely defined. Our aims swing wildly between reform and self-acceptance depending on whose turn it is to...

Words in Hebrew

Isaiah Newman -

At a bar mitzvah lesson in late November, Isaac asks if Harry Potter is a golem. It’s two months since his older brother Josh’s...

capistrano

aureleo sans -

By the tagged up bus bench, three Solo cups criss cross on a particle board table while men with gap-toothed smiles drink 40s and...

Ishmael

Bobbie Lanham -

At a small table in the Mexican restaurant the three of them continued to argue the merits of their list of the ten greatest...

In Heaven Everything Is Fine

John Doe -

I Girls reciting my poems like Future verses. I get so much love now. I require copious amounts of female attention in your absence. It’s...

Solo

Lily Puckett -

A very thin, curved man was yelling at her. He was yelling at her to wake up! She had no reason to wake up,...

Valentine’s Day

Aurora Mattia -

The individual is the seat of a constant process of decantation, from the vessel containing the fluid of future time, sluggish, pale and monochrome,...

Initial Conditions

Lena Crown -

The nodes would always adhere to the circuit. Every day at four in the afternoon, with six hours of studio time down and two...

Sleepless at Silver Lake

Carolyn Kuebler -

It’s like an apartment building with the walls removed. People all turned inward to their campfires, their picnic tables, even during the day, when...