Issue 7: Spring Hauntings
White Room
People spoke of the white room, but as time crept on the reverent tone began to disappear.
cartilage, blood, bone, and lymph
the lyric won’t come when it’s called, i have to be invited.
Homecoming
It’s entirely possible that she is—has always been—the thing at her door.
I don’t care how haunted this house is
I constellate / our shadows on the ceiling.
Tagger Down
But what if they suspected him? They always suspected the boyfriend, the husband, the lover.
Séance
I want to walk on your gaze
into your pupil & just settle
in there, your vision becoming mine.
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Excerpts & Exclusives
Furniture Dreams
An Excerpt from THE BOX
The New Violence
A story from the collection OTHER MINDS AND OTHER STORIES
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Panicle
The social club was dim, and yet I lived there for years.
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