I Call me the Chosen One. Concur. Dissent. It is irrelevant. The sword chooses. The pearl-gold of its handle warms only for my palm. Its compass-blade only speaks truth for my soul. I am the prophecy. Sword descended unto me, freshly forged in the luminous furnaces of the heavens. A blade of star-metal. The tip […]
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Yuki cramped over double and dropped a clot of blood into the toilet. Both lips bit down between teeth and she clawed the slick, silver poles she couldn’t see through the wash of pain snow. White ice uterus in shreds and breath burst from her nostrils with another little plop, plop into the bowl. Knees […]
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Quinn Lui is a Chinese-Canadian student who wrote this instead of sleeping at what would be considered a reasonable hour. Their work has been published in L’Éphémère Review, Synaesthesia Magazine, and Occulum, among others. You can often find them loitering in bookstores, getting overly invested in D&D characters they will never play, or spending […]
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before punk was Punk, before even she was “street urchins” or “worthless” she was “rotten wood used as tinder” before god took her safety pins and pierced the world she was already promised to the flame (i too am kindling) they say rock and roll’s post-war anxiety headache got so bad he […]
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I The Machinery sings itself to life at opening time again. Automated hinges framing long broken windows tremble and twitch, trying to light up the empty displays along the street, to open the wooden royal-blue double-doors, to let in the waiting customers to fill the stools and couches and unsteady chairs. But the doors aren’t […]
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Let’s start with the fundamentals: Every single song on Dirty Computer is good. I don’t mean good in an I-want-to-teach-it-way (although I do) or good in a contains-layers-of-nuance-and-depth way (although they do) I mean just good-good. I mean good in a I-could-listen-to-this-all-day-way and good in a I-never-get-tired-of-this-song-way and good in a I-think-this-song-is-my-favorite-but-how-can-I-really-choose-when-they-are-all-so-good kind of way. […]
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Judith Skillman is interested in feelings engendered by the natural world. Her medium is oil on canvas and oil on board; her works range from representational to abstract. Her art has appeared in Minerva Rising, Cirque, The Penn Review, The Remembered Arts, and elsewhere. She has studied at the Pratt Fine Arts […]
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we found god oh yes a most dangerous thing a most dangerous hubris we gave up ourselves to splinter the silver spaces between worlds an ultimate sacrifice only to find god dead this is no surprise it was foretold but it dreams you know you must be able to hear her dreaming no? perhaps […]
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Science Fiction (SF) is a genre often used to explore how scientists and science are a source of evil, potentially leading to the demise of civilization. Works such as Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus (1818) have well established the trope of the mad scientist who focuses on unnatural or evil experiments. Kurt […]
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I wear the skin of a dead star, remains of a plumage long gone for lack of oxygen. I totter around, shunning a solar wind that withers my fluids, yet drinking avidly the star’s energy that keeps me alive, nested into the frozen expanse of the deserted airfield – that I have to protect all […]
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