Vol. 3, Issue 5
“Agatha leans against her wrecked Toyota and takes in her surroundings. The clouds list in the indigo sky. The moon waxes bigger. The ringing clears from her ears, giving way to the faint whisper of leaves fluttering in the woods. An animal shrieks from beyond the tree line then releases a low undulating cry that hushes the life around it. After a pause, a chorus of toads bark in the underbrush and crickets peep and titter until they resume their song in harmony along the low grass. Agatha’s breath sounds loudest of all, long and labored.”
-DW McKinney, “Rebirth”
Rebirth | Fiction
Forests collapse under the serrated jaws of the beast devouring the land and sky, curdling the atmosphere with its rabid hunger. It leaves graying pillars of salt and bone and crumbling buildings in its wake. When the air calms, it’s thick with strings of dust motes...
Obey | Nonfiction
I tell Maurcio Obeja, taxista numero 82599, the address of where I am going. I say it correctly this time, street first, number after, Suipacha 637. “The six-hundred block of Suipacha is only three or four blocks down there,” he points to the right—to this octopus...Follow Us
