LACKINGTON'S

speculative prose

A Thousand Tongues of Silver, by Kate Heartfield

I am a book. My pages are purple. This is how they made me. First, they flayed the calves, stretched and scraped their wet skins. Then they mixed lichen and … Continue reading

October 31, 2018

Satia Te Sanguine, by A.J. Hammer

You’re walking down the Lungotevere one day, your last day in Rome, in fact, when a woman stops you. She smiles, a bright smile, and invites you, in English, into … Continue reading

October 31, 2018

Letters Written to the Dearest Deceased Frances Blood, by R.M. Graves

Runnymede, Friday 30th March 1787. Afternoon. Fanny, it is I, Mary. I know we vowed to never indulge the aristocracy. However, I must work my sister’s keep as Father invests … Continue reading

October 31, 2018

Nothing Must Be Wasted, by Arkady Martine

The vultures had colonized the shell of her ship. The largest and bravest perched on Yagmur’s chest, its talons caught in the straps of her pilot’s harness. She watched it … Continue reading

October 31, 2018

Swans and Roses and Snow, by Laura Friis

This story is dedicated to Charlotte Brontë and Jean Rhys. She has often set fires. It is the power she has, in this cold place, to kindle fire upwards from … Continue reading

October 31, 2018

At the Hand of Every Beast, by Premee Mohamed

As it walked, the cathedral dropped strange detritus—torn hymnals in unreadable tongues; mouldering surplices; broken candles whiter than teeth. Madness also it left in its wake, and a great black … Continue reading

October 30, 2018

Verwelktag, by Steve Toase

Blumen, Blumen selbst pflücken Kommt mit mir nach Hause Du bist süβ und sehr, sehr schön Drinnen oder Draußen Eine ist weiß, eine ist gelb Einige begann sich zu röten … Continue reading

October 30, 2018

Cavity in a Hurt, by J.M. Guzman

Figure me as a house that wants to be haunted. A stretch of land that warps its visitors as it is marked by them. Children are pulled into my borders … Continue reading

October 30, 2018

Lamplighter’s Eve, by Kate Dollarhyde

“Biyya alt bas Anya, you kneel before the heads of the Merchant’s Conclave bound by wrist and ankle, a disgrace to your family’s trading company and to our collective industry.” … Continue reading

April 30, 2018

Original Order, by Natalie Ritter

i. context; or, the information needed to understand the significance of a record The dead were in mourning, which made it a wretched time for the living to ask for … Continue reading

April 30, 2018