A digital issue gets built in a strange way. First it exists as a submission call. Then it becomes a flood of attachments, cover letters, half-remembered lines, notes in the margins, long email threads about sequencing, and the gradual realization that certain poems have started following you around. They show
Blind and overlooked, Lucy Victoria learns to read the world around her. And waits to find out if anyone will choose to read her back.
Two insomniacs grow closer one 3am text at a time, while the wrong relationship slowly makes the right one impossible to ignore.
A dead girl haunts her old apartment’s new tenant, only to discover grief can trap the living and the dead alike.
She spent thirty years learning to trust the part of herself she couldn’t explain to anyone.
A man returns to his mother’s apartment to sell it. In a locked drawer, he finds what he could never say out loud.
They found something in the woods. They can’t stop returning to it.
A god of cold is dragged from extinction to retrieve a doomed child.
Every four years, on February 29, the bar is open.
I counted three sets of eyes. Looking out at me. Judging my frailty.
The cards keep coming. Year after year. This time, she's going to make them stop.
Gustavo’s stomach tightened. He had been on rougher seas. This was nothing.
Speculative Literary
I asked the crows what they wanted, but their unnatural suspension was its own form of acknowledgement.
Every poem in this issue arrives carrying its own weather. Some carry the hush of a kitchen after midnight, or the shape of a shoreline where the water keeps its counsel. Some move through childhood terrain half-remembered and half-invented, through fields that no longer exist except in the body. Others
Romantic Fantasy
The pomegranate split in his hands—reluctantly, then all at once—and Riam set half of it on the flat rock where the tide would find it by morning. The seeds shone like wet garnets in the last grey light. Forty years he had done this. Forty winters watching the
Unfortunately, Sian had a talent not only for creativity but also overthinking, which meant that by the end of the second week she had a full list of possibilities. 1. He’d had a breakdown. 2. He’d been mugged. 3. He had a girlfriend. 4. He had a wife.
dark fiction
In every reflection, I saw a happier version of myself—and I finally understood why.
psychological horror
Before I play the video, perhaps you would care for another glass of wine.
paranormal fiction
“Yes, child,” Matty said, forcing himself to open his eyes again, “I am a vampire.”
literary fiction
“I’m fine,” I told everyone. It was easier than saying anything else.
science fiction
Some planets tell you when you're not welcome.
literary fiction
Her dad said the desert was the most honest place there is.
speculative romance
Before the clock strikes midnight, you have to confess your regret. If you don't, you lose a precious memory.
literary fiction
It seemed to matter that this was Christmas.