We start this letter again. An empire of death. A bark in the night, after the sharp snap of something unknown. Would you look back? There’s nothing out there, but what if there is? A child comes apart so easily. Would you look back? What if what you saw didn’t evaporate but became something else, something other. A corpse may be a shadow, may be a father. An empire of death. We start this letter again.
Table Of Contents
Fiction Guest Editor: Vajra Chandrasekera
- bark!, Charlotte Suttee (poetry)
- The Skull of Francisco Xalbec, Alan M. Fisher (fiction)
- The Self-Made Women’s Circle, Marisca Pichette (fiction)
- in which Orpheus is a Hmong daughter, Phoua Lee (poetry)
- On the Anthology Entitled “Frames of Colour and Un-Colour,” Dmitri Akers (fiction)
- Bible Verses for the Dying and the Heathen, Robin Wheeler (nonfiction)
Mushaboom, Jeremy Morris (fiction) - Babe, gray lindsey (poetry)
- A Woman Is Screaming, Joe Koch (fiction)
- Ask a Necromancer: C’est ici de l’empire de la Mort, Amanda Downum (nonfiction)
- Sole, Aliya Whiteley (fiction)
- You Build Your House on Your Father’s Corpse, Sadoeuphemist (fiction)
- The Breeze & The Black Door, Mack W. Mani (poetry)
Cover: Silver Island, by Carly A-F
