In Water We Survive, by Ai Jiang
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
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The Alchemists, the Squirrels, by Robert Beveridge
The search for the perfect needlecontinues, the thread acquiredin a deal that saw you relinquishthree quinces, your grandmother,and a draft choice to be named later.Between sips, what was once ryein…
Ask a Necromancer, by Amanda Downum
Everyone Dies Alone Alex expresses curiosity about how bodies are found. When it comes to the details of exactly when your neighbors notice a weird smell, or how long you…
To Build Eternity, With Bones, by Gunnar De Winter
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
The Train, by Ivana Svobodová
The train flows through the midnight of tunnels,hums inside ribs.Raindrops wink on the windowas they say goodbye to platformsthat give them a grin full of bones of cobblestones.Rustling leaves wrap…
The Custom of the Sea, by Katie Gill
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
Grieving rehearsal, by Akash Ali
I am preparing for an unforeseen death of my mother:I am dressed in all red.I am letting prayer beads dry my tongue.I am planting devil’s helmet over my bed.I pretend…
The Projectionists, by E.M. Linden
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
I think of my grandfather, by Jonathan Duckworth
17, rubbled in his family’s Liège apartment, throat like sawdust, half hoping to die & wondering if he already had. Before that a missile peeled a building, a home, a…