In the middle of the night, with the deer, by Christine Barkley
I’m standing in the middle of the road, in the middle of the night, with the deer.The darkness and the silence and their bodiesare fragile. I know that none of…
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The Counting Ghosts, by Bernie Jean Schiebeling
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.
Ask a Necromancer, by Amanda Downum
Death Comes to Dinner The holiday season approaches, when the living gather in their warm, fleshy social units to eat, drink, and have awkward conversations with relatives. This year, instead…
In the absence of death, by Shannan Mann
I rained my grandfather’s ashes onto the dark lapping Yamuna,and in a breath they filled the space between spume and wave. A man kills a man in the absence of…
The Call of the Void, by Tyler Hein
Content notes Features suicidal ideation Suicide and Crisis Lifeline in the US: dial 988In the UK: dial 116 123 Further Resources:988lifeline.org/www.samaritans.org/https://mind.org.uk I’m a drummer, a sailor, and a sufferer of…
Pleiades, by Wesley Woolf
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.
Oddment of the Damned, by Madison Rahner
No one thought she’d go the way she did, miredin car smoke, no death note. She lived a badlife, died a good death—as decently sadan end as any. I stretch my…