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Three pieces of toast—dark on one side, light on the other. A cup of coffee. Rosh’s preference is Blend 14, with hints of Sub-Saharan Africa and caramel, delivered tepid with...
Those Left Behind
Three pieces of toast—dark on one side, light on the other. A cup of coffee. Rosh’s preference is Blend 14, with hints of Sub-Saharan Africa and caramel, delivered tepid with...
When the news said three more young men had been found dead in their homes, Grace knew her mother had come to town. She’d left her mama bound and gagged...
The Feeding of Closed Mouths
When the news said three more young men had been found dead in their homes, Grace knew her mother had come to town. She’d left her mama bound and gagged...
At the viewing window, Elara and I float together, looking out to the long-dead planet. We’ve travelled for weeks to find something like this—not the planet, but its ring, swirling...
A Ring Around
At the viewing window, Elara and I float together, looking out to the long-dead planet. We’ve travelled for weeks to find something like this—not the planet, but its ring, swirling...
Light the menorah. When the candles extinguish themselves, lick the hot wax from the metal, until it is shiny and clean. Pick up a knife and make an incision across...
The Kingdom of Wax
Light the menorah. When the candles extinguish themselves, lick the hot wax from the metal, until it is shiny and clean. Pick up a knife and make an incision across...
The meadow brims with wild roses and honeysuckle. His grip tightens, turning the picnic into murder. He abandons you here, thinking the forest will consume the evidence. We could swallow...
Where the Flowers Bloom So Fair
The meadow brims with wild roses and honeysuckle. His grip tightens, turning the picnic into murder. He abandons you here, thinking the forest will consume the evidence. We could swallow...
She is at the bottom of the trail, and she is going to save her father. The dirt beneath her soft summer shoes is more like dust. The rocks lining...
The Ferns and the Fiddleheads
She is at the bottom of the trail, and she is going to save her father. The dirt beneath her soft summer shoes is more like dust. The rocks lining...
I crawl out of the persimmon, and it isn’t pretty. A grown woman unfolding from a fruit that could fit into your hand: sinew restringing itself, organs inflating, nails clawing...
Chị Tấm is Tired of Being Dead
I crawl out of the persimmon, and it isn’t pretty. A grown woman unfolding from a fruit that could fit into your hand: sinew restringing itself, organs inflating, nails clawing...