So, Who Wants to Walk Slack? Because we have no home in language We keep memories there As if the past were true And …
Issue 018: August 2018
Fiction from Sara Nović: After the Attack
Well, nothing at first, not right after. In those initial moments panic is still optional. At the grocery store, the …
New Essay: How does Politics affect Writing, and Vice Versa?
I recently attended the 15th International Conference on the Short Story in Lisbon, where I met many interesting writ…
New Fiction from Ulf Pike: “Welcome Home, Brother”
My arm burned red resting out the window in the summer sun as I drove east out of the mountains. I passed through the…