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issue 34

The Clockmaker, by Marc Joan

They say many things about him. That he has a pale hound with reddish ears, half longdog bitch and half hound from hell. That he himself is that same hound when he wishes it, and then there is no longdog in it. That he built Craig-y-Ddinas, or broke it. Or both.

The Weather Man, by Stephen M.A.

This is what Vik’s weather map looks like when the smoke comes in: Yellowed blobs of fungus on the framed parchment, drifting over heavily inked topography, stacked in undulating layers of relative density.

Carbon Cycle, by Lindsay King-Miller

My daughter plays with dinosaursmade from plastic made from oilmade from dinosaurs. Her treasure boxis full of fossil teeth and broken seashellsand playground trash that could be artsomeday. Microplastics accruein…

The City Unsleeping, by Anya Leigh Josephs

Whole city came back wrong, an old man says as he buys a lottery ticket at the liquor store window. If I win big, I’m getting out of here. The resurrection of New York had been the greatest feat of necromantic magic known in the modern age. As usual, no one had wanted the necromancers there at all.

Ask a Necromancer, by Amanda Downum

Personally I think my face looks naked without my glasses. I feel they are a part of me and I wouldn’t want them taken away when I die just because I don’t “need” them anymore. Does a corpse wearing glasses really look especially strange?

Etch A Sketch, by Stephanie French

Our family didn’t have a crematory—our funeral home business was too small to justify it. When someone opted for cremation, my parents would load the body in the back of our white minivan, drive it 95 miles to the city of Cedar Rapids, and drop it off at Roland Wilber Vault Company and Crematorium.

the golden armor of science

The formatting of this poem will not display correctly on mobile platforms. For best results, view on a larger tablet or desktop monitor. I. Skeleton Well, the Curse fell down…

doorbell dot mov, by Jennifer R. Donohue

It’s 3:00 a.m. and the doorbell rings, because that’s always when the doorbell rings, if it’s going to. I don’t have to go to the door; I can pull up the video on my phone, always overexposed, too white and also too dark, Blair Witch found footage, despite how good the camera is supposed to be.