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Two Poems by Ori Fienberg, Originally Published in Vol. 10

Novelty Trade Treaties There’s no way to make a profit on a callfor international unity, no way to solve adistribution function without a point of sale;you have to learn to accept, you have tolearn to just say, thank you to thank you;it’s an ill-wind that blows no ships into portto deliver this gentle tyranny of…
“A Look Forward”: Announcing the Inaugural Zachary Doss Memorial Fellowship Winners & Finalists

Hello Feathers. Ryan here. I am pleased to announce that our judges, Brandi Wells and Leia Penina Wilson, have chosen the four winners for the inaugural Zachary Doss Friends in Letters Memorial Fellowship! Before I commence with the winners, I just want to say thank you, first and foremost, to every single person who submitted…
Haunted Passages: “Black Magic,” a short story by Karen Petersen

A runaway hippo, typhoid fever, and a charge of theft had not figured in my plans for a tranquil seed collecting expedition in East Africa. I had flown to Nairobi to do some work for a botanical garden and write up a story about it for a national publication. While there, I was going to…
Danny Caine: Three Flavortown Poems from Vol. 9

Last Will & Testament When I die bury me at Randall Park Mallbeside the pebbled fountain where coiny wateronce bubbled, by the stage where Tiffany sneakersonce danced and twirled. For the service set out rowsof Brookstone massage chairs so the whir of the Shiatsuhums as my Auntie Anne delivers a prayer through saltytears. Let her…
Asa Montgomery: Three Poems from The Future

Like having your eyes sewn shut 1 Someone planted a treein my stomach. Roots tore through my ribs, limbs pokingunder my fingertips. Light splintered bark. My fingers felt the sun in the backs of human necks.Leaves brushed the backs of my lips. Invisible birds karee karee-ing,moths’ creaking their door hinge wings, leaving white dust in…
The Future: Sacred Places Tarot Deck by Thirii Myo Kyaw Myint

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. The Night City Providence, from twilight to the hour of the wolf. The hill, the river, the secret stairs behind the clock tower. Night walks, filled with nostalgia. Lantern-lined streets, haunted streets, and the sound of rain falling darkly into a storm drain. The song of the…
“Woe of the World,” a Future Drama by Rachel Joseph

GoatChorus of SufferersMedeaAntigoneSusanMollyLizzieOrestesGaryRodolfoTed At rise: A ritual. Sunrise to sunset. SUFFERERS OH, THE WOE OF THE world is upon us.Oh, the woe of the world is upon. GOAT Do not feast upon my body, no, feast upon my gaze.It’s wicked.It’s selective.It closes the world from itself, it closes the world. Remember my body…
“Plastic Light,” flash fiction from The Future by Jerrod Schwarz

The dam was a weird body at night. Big half of a hip. Bladderskin wrapped over a coccyx. Cut a stomach in half and tell the juices, stay mostly on this side. I tied a nylon cord around the boat’s bench seat and looped the other end around a leaking plastic bag of cow hearts.…
The Future: “Really Good Puppets,” a short story by Jill M. Talbot

Things can be people, when you get down to it, and this can be dangerous. It is most dangerous when a puppet becomes a person and fights back all it has been used for, or when a person becomes a thing and is so thing-like that it forgets that it ever was a person. These…