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La Tulipe
After midnight, we will practice austerity, but before midnight we may eat well and gossip, and kiss if we are married or betrothed— and dance chez Latulippe. La Tulipe was once a woman, a Rose who once loved men and dancing and kicking and screaming mostly in joy. Sa tulipe was once coveted by many […]
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This Body is a Grave
From the depths of my core to the moons in my sky, I am dead—let me stay like that. Dead or drowning in corpses, the difference is pointless after a while. I grieve them; I devour those who try to fill the holes they left behind. My beloved children, my removed limbs, the fire I […]
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Why We Need Myth
The word “myth” has too often become synonymous with mere misconceptions or errors. We talk about the myth of Columbus discovering the New World or the myth that no one bathed in the Middle Ages. Some myths can be harmful, such as the idea of colonists and Native Americans living peacefully and sharing a Thanksgiving […]
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Caring for a Picky Eater During the Apocalypse
1. Know Your Picky Eater’s Food Favorites and Keep Them in Mind When Planning Meals. On your first date, only eight months ago, Sara told you she spent a summer as a vegetarian, by which she meant she would eat dessert three times a day. Twinkies, she’d said, were her number one go-to fave, dinner […]
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Demystifying the Science Behind Boys in My Country Evaporating into Mist at Every Shutter Click.
there is no mystery here, every language spoken by the gun is a disaster. the verbs motioning their molecules are too aggressive, pulling sultrily from the wormhole of their kinetics, the communion of fire to fold boys out of blue into a chalice of mist. every shutter click could sound like a gunshot. vinegar & […]
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The Necessity of Strangeness
The absence of strangeness is sorely felt in American media. That your average Marvel blockbuster is predictable is a given. What is worse is that it never feels genuinely strange. There might be moments of weirdness, but these are largely ornamental and have little bearing on the outcome of the film. The same is true […]
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The Ramparts, as Cold and Implacable as Love
I remember the first time I saw you riding across the plain towards my castle walls. Your pennant flew behind you, a red phoenix on a black field, the matching crimson plume of your helm rippling in the wind. Your armies gathered at your back. Watching from the ramparts, I knew you were a foe […]
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The Geomancer
People called him a wizard but that is not how he saw himself. He was an acute observer of the natural world and a very good listener. Listening was a rare trait in human beings. Most people who considered themselves wise liked to hear themselves talk— tall tales and misunderstood rumors, but the geomancer liked […]
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Orion's Belt
Literary Speculative Flash Fiction
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