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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
The Trick to Taking Over the World
K. Lynn Harrison
The North
Subodhana Wijeyeratne
Her Right Arm
Natalia Theodoridou
Skin and Hide
Anita Moskát
Translated by Austin Wagner
The Body is a Cage Opened Only By Fire
J.A.W. McCarthy
Deep Down Inside: Parasitism and Symbiosis Premee Mohamed
Cover: Release Me
Mary Ainza
Ai Jiang’s much-awaited A Palace Near the Wind, her sophomore novella to the Nebula award-winning Linghun (Dark Matter INK, 2023), released in 2025. Touted as
A few years ago, I wrote a comedic short story, “Four Self-Care Secrets for a Long and Happy Life,”1 about a 900-year-old fox spirit hawking
There is something inherently contradictory about a vampire—a creature thirsting for companionship as much as they thirst for blood. I always connected to this tension
You’re an ant. “I’m not an ant!” Just . . . play along for a minute, all right? You’re an ant, a Lasius umbratus worker,
Last year, sitting in a small dive bar in Bloomington, IN, I had the pleasure of hearing Larissa Lai speak on apocalypse. She had very
The year is 2025. Matt Damon wears a red broom on his head in his first promotional image as the protagonist in Christopher Nolan’s upcoming
(Note: These transcripts have been lightly edited for clarity and length.) Jeané D. Ridges speaks with two authors published in khōréō’s very first issue, Jennifer
The first time I wrote a haunting, I was living in a fog born of heartache. It was year one of the Pandemic, and I’d
If you’ve never had thin-sliced pork chops fried in ketchup, trust me—you’re not missing out. Sweet-and-sour pork is one of my brother’s favorite dishes, as
Dark, small, withered, my mother’s fingers curve around the half onion. With her other hand she wields her knife and dices the onion into bits
