A Journal of International Science Fiction & Fantasy. Estd. 2015.
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FICTION, POETRY & MORE
Different Boxes
On their third date, Pandora began to open up.
Your Dinner
I’m not sure whether to wipe my cheeks or stay dead. Vincente insisted this morning, every morning, “Absolutely still. A stone. Eyes to the sky, searching for heaven. If you stare long enough, you’ll see it.”
The Trial of Tesslin VanGlaise
“Tesslin VanGlaise stands accused of assaulting a rider,” the inquisitor continued, while she could feel his eyes drinking in the sight of her, “and of practising magic for some years prior to doing so.”
Corvid Dreams
In the dream, you told me / the raven’s secrets, the names / by which crows call themselves, / the secret powers of jays.
The Princess and the Frog: A Review of Gorel and the Pot Bellied God
Lavie Tidhar’s ‘guns and sorcery’ novella Gorel and the Pot Bellied God is a highly entertaining and exotic piece of genre fiction.
Mare Anguis
this is a blank spot / on a map of blank spots / labeled, “here there be”
Still Life
On the TV, you want to watch those
Richard Linklater movies, our answer to sex…
How to Question Asteroid 16 Psyche
Do not ask who did this to her, / who shattered her to her core. // Do not ask what she remembers / of the larger self she’s lost.
Patroclus
Forget he held me in his arms / before our burnt bones shared an urn. // Forget the past and let us rest. / Step up. Bow. Take your own turn.
Afterwards
Life / goes on. // The cats still demand their food, / the garbage trucks still rumble by, / your throat still craves cold liquids.