Tag Archive for Issue 3

AI Winter

Sridala Swami

In these last and terrible days there’s still a kind of perfection in choosing the moment of one’s death. Drona hears your name spoken and detaches himself from his body. From this moment on, he is pure intelligence. You call…


Richard Butner

An email, from Virginia to Robert: “They’re tearing the house down next Monday.” He closed the file he was working on and called her on the phone. “Hey, Ginny.” “Hey, Bobby. What are you doing this weekend?” “This is Whitemantle…

Double Business

Sonya Taaffe

How many of our mirrors are the dead, casting back from the graveside what we practiced on them in life? Guilt gnaws in the ear like henbane, the green ache of a long-knit wound still sullen to the touch as…