Next Time, by Sitawa Namwalie
Next time. It will be worse. Oh much worse. Enraged inferno, guns, and young men. Weapons for the destruction of the masses. Sent out amongst the virtuous. To set terror…
issue 28
Ask a Necromancer, by Amanda Downum
In July I made a pilgrimage to the lands of the living, this time emerging for Readercon in Boston. Many excellent living persons gathered to ask questions about death and the dead. Here are a few of those questions answered in greater detail.
The Greatest Country in the World, by Rafiat Lamidi
Here we are in the middle of a country of bonesIt’s midnight and there’s moonlight streaming through the window The light falls into my palm and I put it in…
Seeing Death: Exploring Dark Omens from Scottish Folklore, by Lyndsey Croal
Growing up in Scotland, I have many fond memories of exploring remote and wild places, where the landscapes evoke a unique sense of atmosphere and of things unheard or unseen….
The Dead Boy Inside Me, by Angel Leal
My fleshpreserves his memories,his desires, his unfulfilled dreams of brotherhood. I carry himlike a mother, my boy wholoved to sweat under the stars. I buried him myselfunder lipstick and clothand…
The Ferryman, by Fernanda Coutinho Teixeira
You are the ferryman. You have no memory of being anything else. Your posture is molded by the whims of the river, your fingers made to curl around the handle of your oar. You know only a certain number of shapes and colors—dark grey for the ground made of stone, black for the river colored with pale shadows. Always moving, the currents guiding you in the right direction. The river always takes you where you are meant to go.