Fiction

Reflected Across the Dark

by Laurel Amberdine

The portals began appearing four months ago. We were curious, like everyone, but they were rare and strange and didn’t matter. I thought it might be a hoax, but you believed in them. You believe in everything.

Praying to the God of Small Chances

by L Chan

I meet the god of small chances in a hospital waiting room, amidst the smell of unwashed bodies and overwashed floors. Chairs in cemetery rows, blue plastic headstones each one of them.

Poetry

Mirror, Reflect Our Unknown Selves

by Tlotlo Tsamaase

I recall lying next to my sister, saying,
“Those with machine lungs don’t know how to exhale love.
Why do they come here to us?”
She peeled off her face and said, “I’m tired of living.”
Encouraged, I peeled mine, too.

White Herons

by Lana Bella

Love is a canvas with salt stains
on the wrist, hard wind nursed in
serpentine surfs, tuft of herons
turned white knitting rain to sails.

the lagahoo speaks for itself

by Brandon O’Brien

you think I is the monster?
nah—I is just a funeral procession
with canine teeth.

if ink could flow backward

by M. Darusha Wehm

separating what is from what could be
I’d erase all the borders
I would melt the walls
edit history for you
if I could change time
who would you be

Additional Content

Cover Art

Slow Day at the Flower Shop by Geneva B

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Editorial

Poison-Pen Letters by S. Qiouyi Lu

Sponsors

The Antidote by S. Qiouyi Lu