Indigenous and other minoritized writers have often had to take on the task of challenging stereotypes and misrepresentations, to offer our stories as imaginative and humanizing interventions against the dehumanizing projections of those in power.
Read MoreIndigenous Wonderworks and the Settler-Colonial Imaginary
You maintain a menu of a half dozen Experiences on your digital blackboard, but Vision Quest is the one the Tourists choose the most.
Read MoreWelcome to Your Authentic Indian Experience™An interview with this month's featured author Allison Mills.
Read MoreInterview with Author Allison Mills
Shelly’s grandma teaches her about ghosts, how to carry them in her hair. If you carry your ghosts in your hair, then you can cut them off when you don’t need them anymore. Otherwise, ghosts cling to your skin, dig their fingers in under your ribs and stay with you long, long after you want them gone.
Read MoreIf a Bird Can Be a GhostWelcome to issue 99 with our guest editor Amy H. Sturgis!
Read MoreWords from the Guest EditorMolly lay in bed, listening to a distant gate slam back and forth, rattling in its moorings. The rain echoed on the roof and struck the window. In her younger years, she’d found a storm comforting. She’d be snug and safe while the elements raged outside. In this house, the relaxing pitter-patter of the rain failed to soothe.
Read MoreEntertaining Demons (Novel Excerpt)Writers like to play around with the concept of evil, don’t we? Think of some of the great antagonists: Sauron and Voldermort in their quests for total power and dominance; the criminal mastermind of Professor Moriarty; even the endless hunger and carnage of Benchley’s Jaws. Most definitions of the word evil state immorality and wickedness as the main concepts. But is it for the writer to deem if a character is wicked … or the reader?
Read MoreEntities of Modern EvilAn interview with our cover artist Quentin Castell.
Read MoreInterview with Cover Artist Quentin CastelI don’t remember the first time I caught my mother in a lie. There are years and enough broken truth to construct something that used to look like my life in between then and now. I think about the girl child I was often.
Read MoreMothers Who Consume