Apex Magazine
I didn’t make the mask I wear. My father did, fixing it in place with his leather belt and his hard hands. My first boyfriend helped, years later, telling me...
Involuntary Self
I didn’t make the mask I wear. My father did, fixing it in place with his leather belt and his hard hands. My first boyfriend helped, years later, telling me...
On the day we run out of TVs to smash in the quarry, and the stinking August heat sits heavy on our shoulders like a plague blanket, and the pond...
Cassandra and the Changeling
On the day we run out of TVs to smash in the quarry, and the stinking August heat sits heavy on our shoulders like a plague blanket, and the pond...
A Scotland based artist who grew up enveloped in the nature of the Italian alps, Nataša Ilinčić’s watercolor creations spark joy, whimsy, and a sense of inner calm in viewers....
Interview with Artist Natasa Ilincic
A Scotland based artist who grew up enveloped in the nature of the Italian alps, Nataša Ilinčić’s watercolor creations spark joy, whimsy, and a sense of inner calm in viewers....
I was not there at the beginning of Lietta’s story (I am never there for beginnings) so I will tell it to you as I imagine it. Not from the...
The Horrible Conceit of Death and Night
I was not there at the beginning of Lietta’s story (I am never there for beginnings) so I will tell it to you as I imagine it. Not from the...
A necromancer’s magic is strongest on the anniversary of their death. This bit of Izaani lore cannot be twisted to benefit the lightless scrawlers and is thus unproven by their...
Before, After, and the Space Between
A necromancer’s magic is strongest on the anniversary of their death. This bit of Izaani lore cannot be twisted to benefit the lightless scrawlers and is thus unproven by their...
In “We Used to Wake to Song,” humans are sacrificing their living bodies to help save the planet. They have become features of the environment, their flesh rotting but never...
Interview with Author Leah Ning
In “We Used to Wake to Song,” humans are sacrificing their living bodies to help save the planet. They have become features of the environment, their flesh rotting but never...
Salty swell over my head, tugging me back, the raw and tender creases of my elbows against the forearms they're linked with. Brine up my nose, in my mouth. The...
We Used to Wake to Song
Salty swell over my head, tugging me back, the raw and tender creases of my elbows against the forearms they're linked with. Brine up my nose, in my mouth. The...