We begin walking on a grey eveningalong uneven pavement. Two ducks join us, quacking. I recall how, last time we walked so far,you sprouted vibrant sirakaikaland flew away. I dwell on those dark blue tail feathersan orange flash under your wingsthe shriek from your new-beaked throatvivid in my dreams. Confined to a lower plane, we could […]
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SEPTEMBER 2023, SHORT STORY, 2900 WORDS Prefer to read this as an EPUB or PDF? Join our Patreon and instantly download issue 29: The house is not a house. And yet, I am a guest, a knowledge that rests in my mind with the certainty of a swift pen stroke or a happy smile. The
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Into Something Rich and Strange Karen asks: Without great expanses of space, do you think there will be less and less burying? This sea change is already happening. Cremation rates have been rising steadily since the practice became widely accepted. According to the Cremation Association of North America’s 2021 report, US cremation rates rose from
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That last thing is what you can’t get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.—Jack Kerouac, On the Road What is to be said of the days when you feel nothing.The blank of the paper tearing through your eyes. You floata film of foam
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The laws concerning Jewish mourners (#587–590) are one of the thirty-four categories of mitzvot according to Rambam, aka Moses Maimonides, “a preeminent medieval Sephardic Jewish philosopher, astronomer, and one of the most prolific and influential Torah scholars and physicians of the Middle Ages” (Wikipedia, no shame). There are 613 mitzvot in the Torah, the Jewish
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SEPTEMBER 2023, SHORT STORY, 4200 WORDS Prefer to read this as an EPUB or PDF? Join our Patreon and instantly download issue 29: Avram Mordecai sits shiva for his dead sister Tamar with only Tamar herself in attendance. The memorial yahrzeit candle of remembrance burns auburn, lurid shadows waltzing upon Tamar’s face. Avram sits on
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Don’t be afraid to weave your truthinto a duvet. Sing your demon a lullaby, let it sleep. Give existence a name, a lucid flameyou wear without fear on your flesh—peel your lips, and tell me how freely you allowedyourself to taste life. Shapeshift. Remember to thrust your handinto the depth of your soul. Watch yourself
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