Halogen Sky - Apex Magazine
If I had only learned to drive, or better yet, refused to visit my parents in their apocalyptic bunker, we’d be happily at home, cuddled on the couch in front of the Criterion collection.
At Night She Dreams of Silverfish - Apex Magazine
The ocean is a woman and it is dreaming, dreaming, Ekaterina thinks as she holds the hardsuit’s arm open, ready to clip a sample.
Those Left Behind - Apex Magazine
Three pieces of toast—dark on one side, light on the other. A cup of coffee. Rosh’s preference is Blend 14, with hints of Sub-Saharan Africa and caramel, delivered tepid with more milk than expresso.
Pimp My Airship – Apex Magazine
Sprig – Apex Magazine
Nemesis – Apex Magazine
Jupiter and Gentian – Apex Magazine
L’esprit de L’escalier – Apex Magazine
To Dream of Stars: An Astronomer’s Lament – Apex Magazine
Langknech and Tzi-Tzi in the Land of the Mad – Apex Magazine
The Faithful Soldier, Prompted – Apex Magazine
March Microfiction: The Music Station | Apex Books & Apex Magazine on Patreon
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Gray Skies, Red Wings, Blue Lips, Black Hearts - Apex Magazine
This Shattered Vessel, Which Holds Only Grief - Apex Magazine
Barefoot and Midnight - Apex Magazine
Love, That Hungry Thing - Apex Magazine
Dreamports - Apex Magazine
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Next to Cleanliness - Apex Magazine
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Close Your Eyes | Apex Magazine
Hurt Me – Apex Magazine
Super Duper Fly | Apex Magazine
THE MAGICAL NEGRO—It’s easy to believe that this trope came from a good place or at least rose out of benign neglect. After all, a white writer is “writing what they know” or appealing to their target demographic, which is typically people like them…
The Pulse of Memory | Apex Magazine
Girls Who Do Not Drown | Apex Magazine
Captain Midrise | Apex Magazine
Cherry Wood Coffin | Apex Magazine
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. He looks at her under the waning light of the candle. Edna’s face i…
Three Meetings of the Pregnant Man Support Group | Apex Magazine
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. The room tries to look like it’s for any ol’ support g…