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That Dark Sweet Magic by Travis Burnham

That Dark, Sweet Magic

Rolling north along I-5, we’re an unlikely set of mourners: a tax accountant for Trinity Bank, a sentient apple tree, and a shoe golem. The box of my wife’s ashes is riding shotgun. I try and fail to avoid glancing at the passenger seat, expecting Aine, but only ever see the small, mahogany box I […]

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Errata to The Fugue of the Undreamable Abyss

Erratum No. 1: Where the composer is cited as anonymous, it should read Petra Skaro. I omitted my name because I feared alarming my family and friends. My sister, worried about my fixation with completing the fugue, took me away from the city apartment I had shared with Abed. She believed the mountain air would […]

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Owning the Dragon by Frances Pauli as illustrated by Dario Bijelac

Owning the Dragon

The fires are small and out of season. Three in one week give the firefighters pause, make them shift in their heavy canvas suits and scratch their heads. No dry lightning, no kids with fireworks, and no damage except for the fences and some singed field grass. And the missing cows. I can see the […]

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The Machine of the Devil

Jacob is searching for the word he lost: for the sound of it, the feel of syllables and consonants and vowels in his mouth, for the noise and tremble it made in his throat and inner ear as he spoke it long ago. The sparrow is watching him. It’s perched on the barbed wire fence, […]

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Waiting for the Flood OR The Bathers

The two women are sitting in their beach chairs in the shallow water, low waves and foam lapping at their bare calves. They are both wearing striped, old-fashioned bathing suits, complete with goggles and swimming caps; the tall, thin one is wearing black and white stripes, the other one is striped red. They look to […]

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Close up for red rose

Once I, Rose

Life/Death #7 The woman I’m given to is finished with her boyfriend, so she throws me and the other roses into the garbage disposal. * * * Because memory lasts between life and death, I make lists as my new body grows on the stem. When I Am Human Again, I Will: Eat a twelve-course […]

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Marking the Witch

Marking the Witch

Alina’s family had a history with witches. Her father had nearly married one under the sway of a poisoned kiss before her mother broke the spell. Her aunt took her baby to one to heal his clubfoot, and he returned walking but with blue-jay wings on his back. Her grandmother had been cursed by a witch […]

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Flowers on a chopping block

I Don’t Want to Hurt You Either

It’s 6 a.m. A bell rings, and the flower man lets me in. I can read his mind like a song. “And how can I help you?” he asks. He looks prim and a little tired. His thoughts wander. A hard candy his grandmother gave him as a child that he spit out because he […]

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Lumberjack chopping down a dryad

A Lumberjack’s Guide to Dryad Spotting

It’s spring when you arrive, or what passes for it in the Northwoods. The ground is still frozen because otherwise, you’d have to wait months for it to dry to get all the equipment in. It’s cold and your knuckles split from having to swing the axe in the dry air, but it beats Milwaukee. […]

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