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November

Issue No. 241 ~ June, 2017

Today I became November. The vote was five to four with one abstention; January always abstains. For no requirement forces his lack of action in voting; only custom. January rules by custom. Today was no different. A few of my predecessors campaigned for and against …

The Boat

Issue No. 241 ~ June, 2017

P.J. Combs was being stalked by a very determined speedboat. He didn’t like it one bit. Anyone close enough to P.J. could see the beads of sweat glisten on his forehead as he hurried across the sidewalk. But no one could miss the small floating …

The Tale of Tianshui

Issue No. 241 ~ June, 2017

Once up on a time in the kingdom of Kwan lived a secluded order of monks know as The Secluded Order of Monks. They lived out their days in a remote monastery high up in the mountains where they played chess with the local Yeti …

Seethaler’s Perfect Cake

Issue No. 240 ~ May, 2017

Mr. Drake sat on a lone bench facing the east river—the same bench on which he always read his books, smoked his cigarettes, and watched the boats pass. Mr. Drake spent the first half of his lunch hour at a café, where he would order …

What Happens Before We Are Born

Issue No. 240 ~ May, 2017

  There’s a myth recalling an old man with dark skin and thin, white hair, who was good and wise in his day and only got wiser, got so wise he started having visions in his dreams. One night he dreamt chaos, dreamt the birth …

It Came in the Mail

Issue No. 240 ~ May, 2017

“Darn Billy. Told him to stop sending me things,” I said to no one but myself, and the package that I eyed critically. The package sat on my front porch, strapped to the gills with packing tape. The box itself was about three feet wide …

Horned Owl and the Silver Flute

Issue No. 240 ~ May, 2017

When the earth was youthful a wood grew upon it, and beside that wood a village was built. In the wood there lived the Horned Owl and in the village there lived a young woman named River. This story is theirs, and begins in late …

Hide and Seek

Issue No. 239 ~ April, 2017

  Once she got home, she climbed into the wardrobe. Closing the door behind her so that no light could reach in, she settled down on her side upon the wooden shelf, usually saved for shoes but now empty. They’d bought a new shoe-rack a …

As the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore

Issue No. 239 ~ April, 2017

A cold Sunday in November. Snowflakes drop from the gray sky and swirl about. There is a long red brick building by the side of a country road. The interior is almost like a hospital, with nurses and medical equipment in the hallways, but not …

The Spider with Seven Legs

Issue No. 239 ~ April, 2017

The afternoon light penetrates the parlour curtains and irritates me. Flickering on my eyelids, the red-white on and off wakes me. Red. Heat. White. Cool. The custard-thick air is hard to breathe. The last strands of sleep drift from my body. It’s hot. There’s that …