Fiction

“I woke up on a warm, humid morning by the feeling of my belly splitting. I rolled from my bed and fell, tangled in my sweat soaked and reeking sheets. I struggled, beached, a fish stranded on cotton and linoleum shores, until the wave ebbed.”

Bud Cannizo

Tobiko

“My eyes drift to the first man, fidgeting behind the president, hands unripe mangos obviously too green to be picked. Everytime he shifts his weight, spoiled milk drips from his ears and copper coins fall from his eye sockets.”

Aviendha Taylor

Butter-President

“I drift through the crowd, floating through the chaos. I am a ghost that has not yet passed the point of death.”

Ori C. Li

As Everything is White

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