Children of Itzamná
Our automated limo came to a stop at the last security zone.
“Now play the part, Malinal,” I said, fingers casually running down the front of my strapless bodice…
Jun 16, 2019
Our automated limo came to a stop at the last security zone.
“Now play the part, Malinal,” I said, fingers casually running down the front of my strapless bodice…
Jun 16, 2019
All I needed was safe passage out of the Untethered and into the Real, but there was only one way for a haint like me to get it…
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The gun aimed at my chest gleams in the violent sunset.
I raise my hands, “You don’t want to do that.”…
Jun 16, 2019
Letter from the Editors by DEVON MONTGOMERY AND MEERA VElu Issue 4: Faith Thank you for delving...
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The old satellite dish
technology’s word made whole
in mute obsolescence stands
motor frozen…
Jun 16, 2019
A distinct haze overlaid the interior of a dimly lit theater space. I was seated there in wait of a performance—Mad Max, told through ballet…
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Derreck closed the old leather-bound history book. Nothing useful there. Nothing that so much as hinted at the Anomaly…
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