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Issue Spring '26

"Elementals drawing" by Audrey Holmes

Short Story

Deda and Baba Forever. A Diptych.

by Mark Budman

One part of this story, “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Farm,” was originally published in a slightly different version in Moon City Review. I. A ...read the full piece 
"Cocoon" by Johannes Christopher Gerard

Short Story

Proof of Magic

by Jowita Bydlowska

Inside me there is a flattened, pear-shaped organ called a pancreas, and a collection of other slick, cooperating parts I barely think about unless ...read the full piece 
"Yellow Stars on a Black Floor" by Tania Serket

Short Story

The Other Side

by Somrwita Guha

I knew something was wrong the moment I saw the shoes. It wasn’t the usual neat line of sandals, school shoes, and the battered floaters my uncles ...read the full piece 
"Moon Jar" by Vanesa Erjavec

Flash Nonfiction

Moon Jar

by Bora Hah

1. For days, I couldn’t write anything. Tired, I was so tired — even in my dreams. 2. That afternoon, I went to see a moon jar. I love moon jars. ...read the full piece 
"Melancholy" by Kateryna Bortsova

Essay

Algorithmic Womanhood

by Paulina Jarantewicz

I don’t remember when I stopped looking at my body and started auditing it. It happens at 6 a. m. now, still in bed, before my eyes have fully opened. ...read the full piece 
"A Year in Tokyo" by Monika Gustevičiūtė

Essay

A Year in Tokyo

by Jee Ann Marie E. Guibone

The first thing you notice in Tokyo is a siren going off every night. You’ve booked a business hotel in a suburb of Nishi-Shinjuku. It’s a stone’s ...read the full piece 
"Climbing up" by Christine Kip Sievers

Poetry

sappho

by MK Kuol

there is a slim songhowling in the throat of these northern windsa song about inebriated men inebriated menwho in the serenity night offerswage war ...read the full piece 
"Barock" by Martin Swoboda

Poetry

X-humation

by Athena Melliar

A docupoem (Sestina) Shall we walk? I’ll be your guide here, in the most chthonian rooms, stanze of dei morti — dead you’ll ever be: Follow me through ...read the full piece