ISSUE № 

11

a literary journal in multiple time zones

Nov. 2024

ISSUE № 

11

a literary journal in multiple time zones

Nov. 2024

The South

Dead Air

It wasn’t supposed to happen that way.  My son Zack was a junior counselor, not even sixteen till August.  The camp hired him at...

Portrait #37, in Red

“You should have forgotten their names by now,” Mike said. He sat in the driver’s seat like it was a living room chair, his left...

A World of Flirts

The name of the lot was COOS AUTO BROKERS and the motto was Good Cars—Good People. Joyce used her weight to open the...

Homesick: an excerpt

Someone is stealing her dresses. They were only snake skins, snail shells, but he had wanted them. There was once a whole...

Ricky’s Shoulders: an excerpt

in the room there below Ricky, Ricky saw his mother’s newer size, Ricky’s mother’s body had quadrupled in the weird light off the wall,...