Fiction

Beacon

Henry Hoke -

The day before the day before I bought the shirt I thought about buying the shirt. The day before I bought...

Divina

Jennifer Driscoll -

Not much time passed—I can’t remember if it was weeks or months—between when Alan bought the puppies and when he turned me out on a...

Vincent

Shane Jones -

I just ate eggs. Breakfast for dinner is what Robin called it. Is there such a thing as dinner for breakfast? I’m sure some jabony...

Penis Bucket and Fried Chicken

Yoo Jin Na -

I was rinsing off my hair when I heard someone knock. No one ever knocked on my door except for my ex. I imagined...

The Mother, The Daughter, And The Holy Capitalist

Robin Richardson -

I was not raised with religion. I was raised in a Mississauga bungalow with a cold war and the sitcom banter of resentful family...

Moneybags

Lee Relvas -

Once I put a dollar bill in my mouth for a minute because my hands were full, and someone said to me, “Did you know...

The Scare

Joanna Pearson -

Cooperton was the only child in the neighborhood Karina did not like. When Sammy played with any of the other children, she felt just fine,...

We Were Professionals

Benito Vergara -

It's my first desert ever and I'm disappointed. I was hoping for untrodden movie dunes scalloped by the wind, my shoes eagerly filling with sand. I...

Ossetra

Sean Bernard -

We don’t have misfires. We don’t have a Michelin star, either, though everyone here in Chicago agrees that we deserve one, that restaurant ratings...

Sustenance

Diana Wagman -

There were bits of dead fairies in Aunt Lila’s phlegm. She coughed up streaks of pink and lavender and pale baby blue. Pieces of bony...