INSIDE THE SPECULATIVE ISSUE
NEW ON MIDNIGHT & INDIGO
On a nimbus of decay, it emerged from the dark recesses of her closet and…
It was a bitterly cold November evening, fifteen minutes or so before closing when the…
Cast aside the bloody hands of the self-righteous for they brittle and collapse amongst the bones of saints. The tree leaves blew just as they did nineteen years earlier, and Adrina…
SHORT STORIES
NARRATIVE ESSAYS
My daughter is black. Skin like turned earth. Eyes the color of midnight. A black freckle on the underside of her wrist matches mine and another just to the left of her…
They built a church on the land where my body was broken. Parishioners come every Sunday morning believing it to be holy ground. Yet I know this to be the ground where…
