Pleiades, by Wesley Woolf
and they said “I nor we, us, I mean the fifth one.” . . . …
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The Watchers in the Stairwell, by Emily Henry Burnham
It is Sunday afternoon, and Silvia is watching her husband from the corner of her eye while she tries to read a book in the lone armchair where he never sits. Her husband is standing at the door to the balcony, looking out at the city below with a frown on his face. She watches …
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Death Work, by K.S. Walker
Shave your head every third sunset, and the eyebrows, as is proper; sharpen your beak every sixth; if its straps bite into your skin, well, remember it is an honor to keep the silence; your lobes will need piercing; the black robes are to be worn always; on ceremony days—the leather cloak; drape your back …
Older, by Octavia Cade
There is a haunted house. It is made of whalebone, of mammoth bones, of overhanging cliffs and caves. It has carvings on the bones, and deep in the caves there are aurochs painted on the walls, the small handprints of women. The house is inland. It is next to the ocean. It is on wide, …
The Time I Watch the Foxes Drink, by Jonothan Pickering
I’m not having eyes anymore, but still I’m seeing him visit that wretched body, day after day after day. Time is not having meaning anymore, but he’s coming every time before sunset, via that little shop on Roosevelt Road. I can tell because he’s carrying a blue shopping bag that I’m imagining stretching tight across …
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A Dervish among the Graves of Ghazni, by Tanvir Ahmed
Among the strange happenstances and peculiar mischances of ancient times is the story of a dervish in Ghazni who dwelt only among the dead.
The Greatest Mercy, by Micah S. Vernon
(prelude 3.1) He wasn’t socruelas to namethe dog. (first day 1.1) I live in the same house I grew up in. Each day I walk my dog up and down the same streets and through the same parks. I make the same observations about the same landmarks —the dilapidated fence by the cycling path behind …
WE, by Phoenix Alexander
WE, with base of Ornithischia, machine-molded and encasing intelligence, run to keep the beloved ones alive WE: bird-hipped, yes, bird-fierce, mottle-fleshed, streaks on strips of whirling rubber that are the million treadmills that power this place, a place they thread the words “end-of-life care” through WE, who run for those above, with the hope that …
Beautiful Oaths, by Shanna Germain
In the very back of Landsdelle Cemetery, beneath a windfall of vine maples, Adaranth White took respite between two sheltered rows of graves, overgrown with blackberry brambles and tufted with moss. He’d chosen this particular spot because of the gravestone he was leaning on, that of one Jonathan Pease. He didn’t believe he’d known Mr. …
This Residue Light, by Ewen Ma
Light and life and rain and white noise and we are thrumming with the city’s breath and soaring through its veins, its streets, alive, so alive with the intoxicating knowledge that we are this savage city and the city is us and we are on the hunt, raw and starved, watching, watching watching watching— There. …