After Jennifer S. Cheng 1: the sea captured in a glass 2: a homophone for having enough for leftovers, a synonym for abundance 3: the fish, who have already forgotten you. It’s not personal 4: where memory fails, there’s still imagining 5: you. Not as an ocean but outside 6: glass and/or acrylic
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The Arrest, in all its surreal narrative trappings, supercars, and Hollywood theatrics, wants to know if words can save us in a dystopia.
Winner of the EXTINCTION Essay Contest, selected by Lacy M. Johnson
The theme of this special issue was inspired, in part, by a
A seat at a table. It’s a foldable chair. The kind that comes in beige or gray. The kind that everyone will help stack on racks at the end of evening.
Every Monday morning we gather on the sagging sofas, some of us crosslegged, holding cushions to our chests, and report on the week’s cases.
It’s cold in Norway this time of year and the nights are short. The sun goes down just before 11PM and comes up again at four in the morning. I thought it
Shelly was nineteen years old, and she did her best to get by. Blond hair and a cherry vine tattoo; her family called her Treasure. It is unclear to us how long
The first letter arrived less than a week after Ed’s burial. Martha recognized the postmark: Bluffton, South Carolina. She also knew it was Ed who had handwritten her name and address on
Once they stopped chanting and fell silent, once they left her lying supine on the floor again, none of the girls ever tried testing their powers beyond this.
Winner of the EXTINCTION Essay Contest, selected by Lacy M. Johnson
I’m five years old, barefoot in the backyard with my dad, picking tomatoes. They grow up the thin wire cage like they’re reaching for something. We
Sarah Ruth Bates interviews EXTINCTION contest judge Lacy M. Johnson, author of The Reckonings.
Charisma is an effigy that burns
bright behind bars,
fueled by shame.
