Pop them tabs (or bust out them bottle-opener keyrings, if you only drink craft brews named after local landscape features), throw something on the grill, and kick back with our ninety-first issue. It’s got tricksy wordplay and trusty appliances. It has short-form sci-fi poetry. It also has a tentacular Christmas story, because we don’t adhere to society’s rigid and confining seasonal norms. And remember: in space, no one can hear you float.
Slap it online or tickle the .pdf.
P. S. You’ve got until Friday’s end to send us your Victorian mash-ups in prose or verse!
It’s June, and we’re sweating right through the striped knees of our old-timey bathing suit. Join us as we scuttle into the shade of a giant umbrella and let these beach reads tickle the sand off our toes.
Our ninetieth issue has art crimes of the future, poems that do yet don’t add up, an aspiring Western hero, and a flaming car in reverse. Also a great cover photograph–with body paint, which is a first for us.
Rock it online or roll the .pdf.
Quick remind-plea: We need YOU to crank up your steam-powered typing machine and create a beautiful monster for our Victorian Mash-Up Issue!
As the winter wind sets garbage cans rolling like tumbleweeds and snowdrifts bury parked cars along with all hope of an early spring, we invite you to maximize your hygge quotient with a hot toddy and our eighty-sixth issue.
According to G. K. “T-Biscuit” Chesterton, “Folk lore means that the soul is sane, but that the universe is wild and full of marvels.” Well, each of this month’s four stories features an ordinary person in extraordinary circumstances. Becca Borawski Jenkins describes a world of sideshow performers where the regular dude is the odd one out. Daniele De Serto lives the dream of being a basketball superstar, with amusingly surreal results. Isaac Teile’s low-ranking henchman beats the odds, much to everyone’s annoyed surprise, and Hamdy Elgammal dares to imagine a world where humans and giant insects can fall in love. Speaking of sweet things, the charming cover art from Borda D. Adrian will melt the icicles right off your heart.
Hug it online or squeeze the .pdf.