Roadkill

Louise Norgate … look out! Careful!Oh god, poor thing, it doesn’t look likeit’s been there all that long.We should go back – […]

The Geometry of Dead Girls

Kik Lodge               You can never leave the place you die in, Harriet says, and Fay nods like a hand puppet.               […]

Wolf Spiders Hunt in Packs

Cole Beauchamp               Not all spiders catch their prey in webs. We learned this on the longest day of the year.               […]

He Her Tollund Man, She Jutland Girl

Karen Walker The Gods took Papa. So where is spring? Winter drips from the thatch. He was a good papa, a careful weaver […]

Mint Sauce

Frances Gapper               We invite Auntie to tea. Hiding our lips behind flowery teacups, we peep at her. She is lamb chops, […]

The Sisters Find a Use for That Electric Carving Knife Mother Demanded Last Christmas and Never Even Unwrapped

S A Greene               Judith serves herself both of Mother’s breasts without consulting.               ‘An arm for me, please.’ says Emma. ‘Actually, […]

The Storm on All Hallows’ Eve

Jared Povanda Matilde shuts her eyes to spite falling dust,rain spearing holes through the roof, and her wifeis up there alone in […]

There’s A Shit Monster In The Shape Of Your Father, Moaning On Your Bathroom Tiles

Eliot Li               …and the plumber in navy blue coveralls rattles his sewer auger, ready to impale it.               Moments before, the […]

Portrait of the Scream Queens, With Apples

Avra Margariti Neighborhood beauties competing for Best Scream, an apple red and rotund on each of our coiffed heads. We are making […]

Witch

Janice Leadingham               Your wife called to me, John Bell. She came to the craggy grin, the doorway to my home under […]

Science Never Sleeps

Stephanie Carty               Stella is a scientist of men. She logs every detail in the notebook of her mind: the creasing of […]

In Pursuit of Red —or Why I Never Knowingly Left a Scarf in Someone’s Apartment Hoping They Would Still Remember Me a Decade Later

Lucy Holme —after Anne Carson It was February or March, I don’t recall. A garden-terrace flat, in the Latin Quarter.  The trees […]

I is She. 

Sally Khan I is She.  Enola. She could go days without actually speaking with anyone because the Voice inside My head would […]

Warning

Eda Tse Decide this time you’re done. Find a secluded section of the park. Put your back into it when you dig. […]

What Did Graham Know About Spiders?

Steve Campbell Janet slumped down onto the sodden floor, back against the side of the bath, a high-pitched ringing in her ears. […]