Fiction

Contents of a Censor’s Outbox

by Susan Daitch

When she sat at her desk her back was to the window and the view, an expanse of perfectly green lawn with a flagpole stuck in the middle of it.

by Susan Daitch

The first layer contained nothing new, nothing nobody hadn’t ever seen before.

by Doug Nufer

Engaging gyroscopic calligraphy, you unkink kinetic coil logistics’ swinging gestures. Simulated determinations sway your reckoning.