
The Peculiarities of Hunger
I left my pain with my mother. Or rather, I should say, my mother took my pain when she left me. Left me with nothing
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Letter from the Editors
Aleksandra Hill, Kanika Agrawal, Rowan Morrison, Zhui Ning Chang, Isabella Kestermann, and Sachiko Ragosta
Coming soon: excerpt of Liar, Dreamer, Thief and an interview with its author, Maria Dong!
Interview with Naseem Jamnia
Questions by Aleksandra Hill
Excerpt: The Bruising of Qilwa
Out from Tachyon Publications
Symbiote
T. Chiu-Chu
The Moon’s Forests Burn All Your Life
brandon brown
Toothpaste Feelings
Sharang Biswas
Island Getaway
Sonia Focke
Closed Doors
Mary Miseon Wu
Deep Down Inside: Parasitism and Symbiosis Premee Mohamed
Cover: Issue 5.3
Jocelyn Short

I left my pain with my mother. Or rather, I should say, my mother took my pain when she left me. Left me with nothing

Caleb wasn’t the type of guy to find himself in a tattoo shop. No, not at all. It was Ramine who’d convinced him to do

The silver crescent moon provided just enough light to illuminate the small fleet of fishing boats that lay waiting by the waterfront of Pulau Ketam.

Before the wonderbird came, nobody had ever spoken to the mountain. She rose proud and lonely out of the sea, slopes too rocky to grow

Everything I drank tasted fine, but it seemed sometimes that water flowed a bit too slowly from the bottle, swished a bit too heavily in

The smoker will run out of cigarettes today. She first appeared on the news on my sixteenth birthday, about a week ago—her and her pile

Rodrigo’s new car has new leather seats. Adam can smell the leather: real, cured animal skins, imported via climate-controlled freight from Earth-1. He is aware,

Overhead, the mycelium network lights up in waves of twinkling blue, coursing along the roots of our camouflage trees as I pound belowdecks, trying not

The reabsorption began on a Thursday. Channel 9 News reported that two young Korean girls touched palms at recess and that their flesh melted and

On the day a space pod crashes in Quito, its nose buried in a flowery explosion of cobble, its legs bent, swooping wing-fins and webs