Issue 6

Fiction

We Are the Bees
by Andrew Kozma

Harris walked into the tent, his sun-burned face wrinkled into a permanent, unconscious frown.

“There aren’t enough bees.”

What You Lost in the Wildermere
by R. J. Howell

Things vanish in the Wildermere. The usual, expected things—livestock, the occasional person—but also the less conventional.

The less tangible.

Poetry

Bank of Emergency
by Na Zhong

Every day I carry a shoeful of sand to my square office where, / stumbling from edge to edge, I bruise like a baby and / age like one.

Dear Monster Huntress
by Avra Margariti

I know you come around here often, / so why don’t you measure the salt of my tears?

Elegy from the Blue
with a Line Borrowed from Ojo Taiye

by Wale Ayinla

what will you sing if hunger abides in your blood? / ash pours back into the waters, this is the beginning / of grief.

if Saturn
by Tamara Jerée

during the three-year rain / Saturn birthed / a beautiful new ring that some dubbed the greatest / mishandling of galactic expectation

Extras


The Toadman’s Ritual
by Abi Stevens

Cover Art

The Antidote

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