LACKINGTON'S

speculative prose

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

Jonathan’s Heaven Has Many Cats, by Rachael K. Jones

These are the things I know about Jonathan: he is a white man. Scotch-Irish on his father’s side, and Danish on his mother’s. He is American, born and raised in … Continue reading

May 29, 2017

One General Law, by J.J. LaTourelle

A small, green lizard sidestepped his way out of the baked depths of a great canyon. He moved slowly, like an insect trying to avoid the attention of greater eyes. … Continue reading

February 9, 2017

The Compassion of the Pheasant Lord, by Leena Likitalo

The life of a pheasant lord is a short one. I hunt the Fox because I must. For in this forest I rule one is either the hunter or the … Continue reading

February 9, 2017

The First of Her Name, by Elaine Cuyegkeng

I. I was born of the First, in the height of spring. Removed from Her presence and christened by my sisters, I was set among the cots of the scholar-explorer … Continue reading

February 9, 2017

The Visit, by Subashini Navaratnam

Time replayed itself in a loop: for days and nights we went over the same circuitous path in our minds, trying not to say what we wanted to say to … Continue reading

February 9, 2017

Zoopoiesis, with Mountains, by Rhonda Eikamp

Stand This is the insufflation. Imagine a white place. She’s in the white place, or she is the white place. She’s wearing a gown, in a white bed. Her name … Continue reading

February 9, 2017