Before Hand Meant Hand, by Nathan Alling Long
Before indexes and index fingers. Before rings and ring fingers. Back before thumbs and pinkies and fuck-you fingers (but not before fucking)—before back-hand, hand-me-downs, hand-it-to-you, handy, handheld, handcart, hand pie, … Continue reading →
Eat the World, by R.K. Duncan
On the morning that it happens, I am laying bread to cook in the sun that slices over the eastern ridge into the valley. Flat loaves will bake all day … Continue reading →
The Ercildoun Accord, by Steve Toase
Small Finds Nos.034-082 A series of small metal coins, heavily worn through apparent use. Each coin is stamped on the reverse and obverse. Larger than standard coinage and heavier, with … Continue reading →
The Surface of Water, by Alexandra Munck
From A Complete Record of Dragons, Vol. 2, Preface to the Fourth Edition: … and though our cup does not runneth over with extant draconic writings, and though our cup … Continue reading →
An Atlas of Wandering Bones, by Kaitlin Tremblay
The bones existed far before the humans ever did. Far before the Great Basin bristlecone pine was formed in the substrate of Nevada, and even further before the vertebrates learned … Continue reading →
In the Stillness of Bone and Sea, by KT Bryski
Content warning: disordered eating That summer, my best friend was the mosasaur at the Royal Ontario Museum. Back then, you entered the Hall of Paleontology through a stone doorway carved … Continue reading →
Something Monstrous Lives in the Oceans, by Alexandra Seidel
Something monstrous lives in the oceans. My sister Bekka and I used to lie awake in our habitat at night to listen to the strange noises from beneath the water. … Continue reading →
The Scribe’s Lament, by Bindia Persaud
We knew he was from the city, this stranger who appeared in our midst. My father thought he might be a tax collector, but no high official would have entered … Continue reading →
Homage to Stone, by Thomas Canfield
Twenty days—it took Banai twenty days to cross the Steppe. He walked by night when the air was cool and the vast, sprawling sky overhead was filled with stars. By … Continue reading →
Dr. Ormeau’s Botanical Menagerie, by Morgan L. Ventura
The following is an assemblage of newspaper clippings, letters, court transcripts, and ethnographic logs from both Dr Sidney Ormeau, a botanist, and Dr Agnes Fortune, an anthropologist dispatched by the … Continue reading →