LACKINGTON'S

speculative prose

Moths to the Flame, by Daniel Rosen

These letters have been ordered in as accurate a sequence as possible. Needless correspondence has been eliminated, that we might more clearly depict the events which led to revolt in … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

To Sing the Sky from Disarray, by Devan Barlow

There were four of them. There were always four, the chosen quartet who in truth chose themselves by answering the echo. Joining their voices to the songs so old even … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

Camouflage, by JB Park

It slips out of its skin. Hints of glistening scales, lapped and overlapped like leaves on the mulching floor. A multitude flapping with lives of their own. Noise scatters from … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

When Dooryards First in the Lilac Bloomed, by B. Morris Allen

A Shy and Hidden Bird The thrush led me astray. He with his puffed-out speckled chest and spindly legs, his impudent beak gated open and closed in song. He that … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

At the Still Point, by Suzanne J. Willis

Alice and her wild song. That’s why I’m here, wandering the shore from dawn until dusk, collecting bottled messages the current drags in. Sometimes, I think I hear the hoarse … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

Glasswort, Ice, by Emily B. Cataneo

1- The dirge She is an old woman. She won’t say how old, but she’s lived long enough to see the city slip from its status as a bustling port—stevedores … Continue reading

August 23, 2017

A Boy and His Cat-Bean, by Kyle E. Miller

Ages after all the others had fallen off their rails, one last M.O.T.H.E.R. sonic sprayer tended the bean fields spread across the fertile crescent of flatlands called the Green Moon. … Continue reading

May 29, 2017

Last Stand at Cougar Annie’s, by Scott R Jones

Pure Helen has a catchphrase she uses whenever she takes Andy down. She calls it a joke, but it isn’t, because jokes are supposed to have a funny bit at … Continue reading

May 29, 2017

The Fourth, by Naomi Manao

  The first time Sorrow placed her newborn infant in the pea-green boat and gently pushed it out to sea, the boat did not come back for many days. When … Continue reading

May 29, 2017

Marta Ranunculus Wolf Calf, by Gillian Barlow Graham

In a small town by the sea, there lived a woman named Ranunculus and her three children. Ranunculus worked as a butcher, but she refused to sell veal because her … Continue reading

May 29, 2017