issue 47

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Lia eases the vintage blue Impala down the meandering gravel drive. She's sightless in one eye, which makes it hard to...

As soon as she opens the door of the bedroom, I jump up and down on the bed in excitement. All day I've been lying here, watching...

My love is a river. My love is a brink. My love is the brink of an underground river. My love’s arms ripple like rivers in the...

(Originally published under the pseudonym M.L.N. Hanover)

There weren't many three-bedroom houses that a single woman could afford...

People who know me as the editor of Goblin Fruit, a poetry quarterly dedicated to fantastical poetry, might find it odd to see...

What do authors M.L.N. Hanover, James S.A. Corey, and Daniel Abraham have in common? Well…actually, they all share--at least in...