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ByJames Beamon

Three Meetings of the Pregnant Man Support Group

I meet with the other pregnant men on Thursdays. Our room at the civic center is between the recovering alcoholics and cancer survivors. We’re currently at eleven, now that Wallace shot himself.

ByJason Sizemore

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Words from the Editor-in-Chief

Issue 109 features fiction from James Beamon, Jacqueline Carey, and Tobias S. Buckell; essays from Paul Jessup, and Mur Lafferty; as well as our usual assortment of fantastic interviews and columns!

ByA.C. Wise

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Words for Thought #24

Reviews of noteworthy short fiction in which water plays a key role.

ByEugenia Triantafyllou

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Cherry Wood Coffin

The voices begin three days before someone is to die. The coffin-maker wakes up covered in sweat. He has been talking in his sleep again, his wife says, in the language of the dead.

ByKirk Jones

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Signal Intrusion

Kirk Jones discusses the phenomenon of signal intrusion in broadcast media.

ByTobias S. Buckell

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How I Learned to Follow My Own Advice and Let It Go

Tobias S. Buckell discusses his personal journey as a writer and how he came to a point of peace and joy with his work and career.

ByRich Larson

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You wake up to your phone crawling across your face, buzzing hard against your cheekbone. Snatch it up on muscle memory and the little plastic cilia retract. The screen is achingly bright, needles your eyes. Squinting, you see an avalanche of notification flags. Incoming calls. It churns your scraped-raw stomach. Something is wrong. Wronger.

ByNisi Shawl

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Luisah’s Church

A white man in overalls, shivering and rubbing his arms as he ran up the alleyway. Everything about that was suspicious. Did she know who he was?

ByCherie Priest

Mother Jones and the Nasty Eclipse

Not everything that’s missing was taken, but once it’s gone, it’s gone, ain’t it? There’s nothing to be done about it now. What isn’t dead is burned to the ground. What isn’t mourned is barely remembered.