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"French Turn" In New York in the late seventies, Celeste and Arthur are having an affair. Set against the backdrop of their self-involved partners and wealthy, claustrophobic circle of friends, "French Turn" is a response to F. Scott Fitzgerald's early piece "The Popular Girl." The story is set after the sexual revolution and considers queer carnal impulses absent from Fitzgerald's conversation about self-inflicted tragedies of the upper class.
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ONLY ANIMALS stories by Chelsea Sutton Preorders OPEN Publication April 30th wrongpublishing.com
Kate Pashby + Mary Mandeville VIRTUAL READING Feb 16, 2024 9 ET/8 CT/7 MT (PM)
Mary Mandeville, "Blooming is Just a Promise" from WHAT LASTS What I didn’t notice as quickly was the way my heart stretched and grew. The way I faced challenges with an expanding sense of calm. I grew roots so deep and strong no wind could blow me down. Not a detective calling to tell me about my son’s multiple felonies, not his commitment to residential treatment, not even the dark-eye-circle insanity that enveloped him at age nineteen.
a shelf of my ancestors by Kate Pashby
​Advance praise for A SHELF OF MY ANCESTORS "To read a shelf of my ancestors is to share in an archivist’s rage. To witness real people reduced to specimens as a gentle and clinical poet pulls you further into a spiraling history." — Kit E Lascher, Editor-in-Chief of Trash Wonderland Magazine
Wrong Publishing Second series authors a shelf of my ancestors by Kate Pashby Mary Mandeville Anjeli Chapman Wolf Chelsea Sutton Soli Saheed Sunday
STAR SHAPES by Ivy Grimes with illustrations by Alana Baldwin
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THE DARKNESS BEYOND THE STARS An Anthology of Space Horror EDITED BY P.L. McMILLAN FOREWORD BY DAVID WELLINGTON
Nonfiction Highway to Hell: Cars in Horror Cinema by Bronwen Harding Fiction Tachycardia by Nat Reiher The Greys by Mathew Gostelow Is He Really into You? Or Is He Just A Man Haunted by an 30 Ancient Curse that He Must Pass Off to You to Save Himself? by Janice Leadingham The Boy with Stars for Eyes by Carolin Jesussek Wake Up, Precious Starlight by Sarah Lofgren Peach Pit by Pun Nobody Wants to Be Around You When You’re Depressed by Luz Rosales Grass by Joseph Alcala Vampire Radio by J. M. Tyree
I’m petrified of taking a wrong turn. Where it could lead, who could be stalking the shadows, the discoveries to be found there. There’s nothing more intriguing than a self-fulfilling prophecy: down the road less traveled is from where your end stems, but who can resist finding out what patiently lurks in the belly of a mistake? These pieces are some of what you might find in there. They don’t apologize for the darkness they uncover, they simply bring it to life. In this way, they become somewhat of a street lamp guiding us down that road less traveled—but quickly you will discover that they, in all their malignance, mean to leave us stranded where no one will find us, to unearth what it means to be taken victim to circumstance, fate, and pure evil. I hope you love them, these sinister sets of words, as much as I do.  — Lex Briscuso
SUBMISSIONS CLOSE TOMORROW YOU TOOK THE WRONG TURN Guest edited by Lex Briscuso Submit Sept 10-24
YOU TOOK THE WRONG TURN; guest edited by Lex Briscuso; submit Sept 10-24
TRAVELER'S TALES Author reading + Q&A + open mic Sept 16th
Advance praise for IN THE NAME OF THE BODY “...a sequential meditation on gender and sexuality, embodied in spare and unsentimental vignettes of memory. Dapanas punctures the painfully retrograde folie à deux of the clueless communities that cling to repressive ideals.” — David Lazar, author of OCCASIONAL DESIRE: ESSAYS and editor of ESSAYING THE ESSAY AND TRUTH IN NONFICTION
YOU TOOK THE WRONG TURN Guest edited by Lex Briscuso Submit Sept 10-24
He remembers less and less of his life before the body, no matter how hard he tries. What he does remember won’t fit easily into words or is beyond words entirely. Maybe that’s why it’s slipping away from him. But Creighton remembers enough to know that what Zeb tells him about “the aliens” is nonsense. His people don’t have heads and arms and legs the same way Zeb’s people do. They don’t have two forward-facing cameras and wet mouths full of bone.
We blended together, he and I. Sometimes there’s resistance. Sometimes the migrant soul overwhelms the current inhabitant completely. But sometimes there’s cohesion: the sun disappeared, the moon sickled above satellites and airplanes and I could not quite say what was always Benjamin Reyes and what was new. I had been in this parking lot many times. I had never seen it before. from "Ménage à Trois" by Briar Ripley Page