I am Addicted to Emptiness
I am addicted to emptiness. A Breathing Crevice is a phenomenon on Cateri VI, where the porous tunnels of rock are deep enough that they...
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Siarra Riehl
- Oct 10, 2022
The Jameson Theory
Siarra Riehl (she/her) lives and creates on Treaty Six land in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan with her wife and two cats. A transdisciplinary...
Charlie Alcock
- Sep 15, 2022
Reconfiguration
The leaf brushed her cheek, and she awoke. She reached to swipe it away, but it was already gone. She sat up in her sleeping bag. The...
Jhon Sanchez
- Sep 12, 2022
The Chocolate Doll Cake
In the candy store, Maruja held a heart with cherry filling to put inside the chocolate doll cake. The brown loaf humanoid resembled her...
Olivia Even-Vaca
- Aug 30, 2022
The Burnings
The boy appeared at dusk. That alone ought to have been warning enough. Blustering gusts had pushed inland a rumbling, crackling mass of...
Gaby Harnish
- Jul 26, 2022
The Human Show
I’m not the only Californian Man in the human show, but Miss Carolyn assures me I am the best. Miss Carolyn is my handler. Her real name,...
Nichole Brazelton
- May 4, 2022
A Room of Her Bones
by Nichole Brazelton. “it was here that she lay in bed, listening to the birds singing in Greek and imagining that King Edward VII lurked...
Katherine Dering
- Apr 12, 2022
Little Shell Girl
This story is dedicated to the memory of my sister, Grace, who died suddenly last year and will always be young in my heart. One spring...
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