Welcome to Apex Magazine issue 150!
We decided to celebrate 150 issues with the previously unpublished/unpaid author issue...
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I was six years old when my grandmother took me to a conclave of ìrókò trees.
Màámi had passed away the night before, after...
Inspired by the James Baldwin portrait
“Keep up, Williams,” Ermine said. “Our window is small, and the stakes are high.”
He looked...
Sure, knowing we could die at any time, basically without much warning, can be scary, but I think there’s a peace that comes with...
The first time our eyes met, I wanted to put them in my mouth.
I use my work to fill in the gaps of my memory and create my own safe place to feel how I want to feel. I create my own pockets...
1.8 billion miles from the sun, my roots dig deep into the soil of a small garden.
I killed my first Alexander at seventeen. That was also the age I fell in love, an emotion supposedly beyond my kind.
Space is loud, crowded with the teeth grinding of radio galaxies, the whine of accretion disks spinning dust into strings.
