Category: Hybrid

  • Hybrid Essay for Side A: “Post-Mortem Report No. 0607-EX” by Atreus Fong

    Hybrid Essay for Side A: “Post-Mortem Report No. 0607-EX” by Atreus Fong

    POST-MORTEM REPORT NO. 0607-EX EXAMINER: [REDACTED]SUBJECT: Male, 29 years old.DATE OF EXAMINATION: Ongoing. I. EXTERNAL EXAMINATION The body presents no visible or any obvious trauma. Facial musculature is disciplined; trained into neutrality. No signs of impact, struggle, or force. No outward signs that anything is, or even could be, wrong. This is typical. Observed behavioral…

  • New Hybrid for Side A: “Like the Air Is a Needle” by Kate Catinella

    New Hybrid for Side A: “Like the Air Is a Needle” by Kate Catinella

    So the kids turn it into some sort of game with a lot of screaming. “How many balloons did you” POP AHHHHHHH “Did you say you bought again?” “Fifty, but it was a deal where you” POP AHHHHHHH “Let’s just say” POP AHHHHHHH “Let’s just say there was a lot for the taking. Had to…

  • New Hybrid: “Mother, Madre, Mamma, Mom” by Chiara Reali

    New Hybrid: “Mother, Madre, Mamma, Mom” by Chiara Reali

    My mother is the text. I cannot enter her.Kate Zambreno, Book of Mutter The notebook begins like this: search for death rattle. Search for: death rattle, translation. Search for: rantolo terminale. The notebook is blue and green and pink—a blue background, green cacti, pink flowers. It begins on May 22, two days before the death…

  • Haunted Passages: “Audrey Hepburn,” an Autofictional Dreamoir by Meghan Lamb

    Haunted Passages: “Audrey Hepburn,” an Autofictional Dreamoir by Meghan Lamb

    (A dreamoir inspired by Wendy C. Ortiz) I wake with a sharp pain behind my eyes, the kind that makes it difficult to open them. I rise in a fog of headache and blurred vision, taking careful, tender steps around the apartment. The apartment is a strange amalgam of familiar spaces, other spaces I’ve lived…

  • Hybrid Work for Bad Survivalist: “Clerical Errors” by Chris Cocca

    Hybrid Work for Bad Survivalist: “Clerical Errors” by Chris Cocca

    There were some clerical mistakes, so everyone who’d been to college was hastily issued officer swords. We were meant to sheath them in holes on the floor and swing leather satchels with flourish. I failed at this. The drill instructor was surprisingly patient, becoming an actor and theatre teacher, not even five feet. The more…

  • Haunted Passages Hybrid by Cansu Açıkgöz: “Thursday, I Went to Pick Up the Dog”

    Haunted Passages Hybrid by Cansu Açıkgöz: “Thursday, I Went to Pick Up the Dog”

    Today is Thursday. I am going to pick up the dog. I had left him there for a few days. Maybe four. Maybe five. Along the way, the houses looked alike. Every antenna on the roofs leaned a little. Each door was slightly crooked. A yellow light flickered in the shop window. The dog seemed…

  • Four Cloud Visuals by Gary Barwin

    Four Cloud Visuals by Gary Barwin

    Gary Barwin is a writer, musician, multimedia artist, and the author of 36 books of poetry, fiction, and essays. His novel, Yiddish for Pirates, was a national bestseller, was shortlisted for the Giller Prize and the Governor General’s Award (in fiction and in French translation), and won the Leacock Medal for Humour and the Canadian Jewish Literary Award. Nothing…

  • Haunted Passages Hybrid Work: “Dead Bear” by Ari Cordovero

    Haunted Passages Hybrid Work: “Dead Bear” by Ari Cordovero

    In the kitchen, no one moves too quickly. Plates are set down with care. Chairs slide in small increments. A cabinet door is closed with the flat of a palm instead of a snap. Porcelain animals watch from mahogany shelves— a fox mid-pounce, a deer with glassy eyes, a white horse frozen in a permanent…

  • Side A: Original Collaborative Fiction & Art by Alex Gregor & Sean Riley

    Side A: Original Collaborative Fiction & Art by Alex Gregor & Sean Riley

    art by Sean RileyThe Wolf and the Hunter, Right Panel of the Ballads Triptych, 2025 oil on canvas, 44″ x 36″ the comet and the receding sea words by Alex Gregor it began with a comet on the Espigò d’Antoni Gutiérrez Díaz. the musician saw it first, telling the astronomer over the phone, who was…