“I’m on a social media detox. I photograph my food and show it to no one. I sleep in a child’s bed in an air bnb on top of a hill.” Fiction by Sofia Banzhaf.
“…musically, I told my father, it’s probably easier if you think about the sixth chapter of my critical exegesis of your first novel, “Fantasies of Masculine Annulment: A Paratextual History,” in terms of a permutation fugue, as like, in layman’s terms, a cantata of invertible counterpoints…” Fiction by Rod Moody-Corbett.
Jeremy Packert Burke
“Today our task is twofold: keep the flames at bay, and recover a child’s ashen bones.” Fiction by Jeremy Packert Burke.
“I stayed on the dirt road, keeping watch, suppressing my laughter when she ran from the lake with her arms full of wet flowers.” Fiction by Sarah Walker.
“He went down to the basement and found his body lying in a pool of blood.” Three very short stories by Alejandro Badillo. Translated by Toshiya Kamei.
“Fantasy is a train where no one knows where they are going and they are all shouting as if they are surprised by the movement though they’d been counting on the movement the entire time or else they would not have boarded a train.” Fiction by Kate Jayroe.
Shane Jesse Christmass
“Martin in the hotel. He tells me I am the ugliest man he has ever met. I tell him my transformation isn’t finished yet.” New fiction by Shane Jesse Christmass.
“Gwen points to Minh and me and says, ‘You’re both pregnant.’ To Tahlia, she says, ‘You’re not pregnant.’” Fiction by Michelle Ross.
“The sky turns lavender again outside of Antwerp and Roberto Bolano is resurrected.” New fiction by Mike Corrao.
“The grass around the bodies had turned black, as if it had been scorched by a blow torch.” Fiction by Jacques Debrot.