Category: Issue 6.2

He wanted to say that his grandmother had passed away. He wanted to say that his mother believed she was returning to this world. He

Spring came late that year. The ewes were still heavy with milk when the letter arrived, its edges worn from hard travel. Dearest sister, it

We prayed Isabel was pregnant when she woke up half the village screaming because she saw the pirarucu in her dreams. That’s the only place

Slip off the edge of the world and into my arms. Do you see the fortune teller seated at the high-top table in the back

My main problem with the twenty-sixth century is this: people just aren’t dying fast enough. It’s unsustainable. And offensive. I’m not talking about the effects

Tsetseg’s arms slither across her planet, soot scratching at her throat. She swallows, and fragments of ash tumble down her gullet. A meal that burns