ISSUE № 

11

a literary journal in multiple time zones

Nov. 2024

ISSUE № 

11

a literary journal in multiple time zones

Nov. 2024

Regions

The Scare

Cooperton was the only child in the neighborhood Karina did not like. When Sammy played with any of the other children, she felt just fine,...

We Were Professionals

It's my first desert ever and I'm disappointed. I was hoping for untrodden movie dunes scalloped by the wind, my shoes eagerly filling with sand. I...

Ossetra

We don’t have misfires. We don’t have a Michelin star, either, though everyone here in Chicago agrees that we deserve one, that restaurant ratings...

Sustenance

There were bits of dead fairies in Aunt Lila’s phlegm. She coughed up streaks of pink and lavender and pale baby blue. Pieces of bony...

This Way Up

He was always late to dinner. He slept through Christmas. He was late to his mother’s funeral. He asked if they had taped it because...

You’re Gonna Scream When You Die

He asked if he could come on her breasts. They weren’t using a condom and she wasn’t on birth control but K didn’t like using...

Young Ronnie in The Mirror

These walls have mice. They're pillaging the plaster and rooming in my boots. I can’t even sleep, so it’s all prescriptionless mercy pills for...

Getting Out

The husband’s back is taut, turned Margaret’s way. It’s an evening when anything could start it. They both know this. Avoid eyes. The husband...

The Wig

It glinted—such an unnecessary, poetic word—but it did, glint in the sun as it went over the guardrail and down thirty feet into the drainage...

In Case I Don’t Call

When they were young, Michelle and her little brother shared a line in the basement. Their parents got them this line because Michelle insisted,...