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Dog’s Rothko by Sara Grace

April 18, 2025

  And the sun and the sun and the sun! And the wet grass, wet on the nose, scent of dew and worm and no yes no yes, another! Meat, meat in the bread, fire on the meat. Somewhere in…

Pareidolia by Kelly Pedro

April 11, 2025

  My mother sees my father’s face everywhere. Last week it was in our neighbour’s wilting asters. Then, an angry version in a banana she decided to save. “Maybe it’ll brown into the Virgin Mary, and we can sell it…

My Mother the Nectarine by Megan Haeuser

April 4, 2025

  My mother never ripened. When she was young, they bit into her and stopped the natural ripening process. After they’d spit her out, she stayed green until she began to rot. At the end of her life she was…

Archeophony by Sean Trott

April 3, 2025

  When I was a young boy, my mother showed me how to tune the radio to hear the voices of the dead. The secret, she explained, lay not only in the frequency one landed on but in the precise…

they shine among gods. by Kym Cunningham

April 2, 2025

  This is a story that has already happened. It is also happening right now. It is never not happening.  In a land that touches our own, there lived four sisters. Like all, they were both and not special for…

Big-Mouth Mitchie by sheena d.

March 21, 2025

  Mitchie’s mechanical pencil shatters into a hundred billion trillion pieces. “Dewanda, behave!” the teacher screams at me. She don’t know us or our names or remember that Dewanda goes to a new school now. So we don’t call her…

Thin Places by Emily Giangiulio

March 14, 2025

  We fill up on deep-fried bricks of cheese and rib eyes big as our heads at Burly’s Roughrider Bar & Steakhouse. Our neatly laced Merrells and moisture-wicking Patagonias set us apart from the mud-splattered, steel-toed boots under most every…

Wicked Americana by Sacha Bissonnette

February 21, 2025

  I told my mom I loved her at a gas station in Minnesota but I’m not sure she heard. The cashier must’ve been stocking drinks or something so it felt like it was just me and her in there.…

Sherlock Holmes and Harry Houdini Make Out in Wisconsin Weeks Before Disaster by Francis Van Ganson

February 14, 2025

  When considering the mysterious circumstances at the centre of The Hound of the Baskervilles, Holmes says to Watson that in order to begin, there are two questions that must be considered. Firstly, if a crime has been committed at…

The Devil Alive in Jersey by Catherine Buck

January 31, 2025

  “She cursed that baby—” “Her thirteenth, I heard, and who can blame her—” “You can’t blame her for thinking it, but doing—” “Who among us—” “I wouldn’t—” “That’s you, though, isn’t it?” “You’re better than us?” “You think she’s…