Fiction

ROSE McCANN -

-1- The Jesuits place a high value on the written word, so much so that they hire an outsider to run the literary magazine....

Janice Lee -

It was insistent, the corpse, in the daughter’s careful execution of the process, as if the octopus was asserting its physical presence all the...

Theodore McDermott -

In Indiana, the itinerant portraitist wears a sweater and smokes a cigarillo. Richard Hawkmeat is his name. From fourteen up until the age of...

Arjun Basu -

When the sun sets over the mountains the sky becomes a royal shade of purple. Then it all turns a kind of bubble...

Sina Queyras -

She knew little of poetry, nothing of Sappho, other than a book she had found on a shelf in the used bookstore. Walking as...

Rachel Knudsen -

The seagull hovered for a moment, then landed on the hood of David’s car. “Look at that thing,” David said. “It’s going to shit...

Max Smith -

I stop eating gluten. I read labels on packages at the supermarket. Standing for too long in narrow aisles, my eyes squinting at lists...

Catharine Chen -

You lose your job and your favourite relative in the same month, that’s how it starts. Your publishing company shuts down the imprint where...

Holly Myers -

One begins with the materials at hand. One begins with the materials that are left behind. One begins—here. And here. And here. A suitcase...

Naben Ruthnum -

Before opening the door, I listened for a moment. The carpet I stood on was thick and sound-absorbent, holding in footfalls as effectively...