Issues
“I gift you two worlds, this dance, this arrival to yourself regardless of the thousand…
In 2006, I sat with the physician in my pickup truck in the Baton Rouge…
We moved into the first floor apartment on Palmetto Street in Bushwick, Brooklyn in the…
When Hurricane Irene pummels upstate New York in the summer of 2011, we are there…
I think sometimes writers conflate short stories with small stories. Stories have to be focused and quick, critics seem to suggest. But what I love about short stories is just how big they can be within a small space. How they can implicate everybody while being about somebody. The stories in this issue of Aster(ix) are big stories told in small spaces, by writers from all over the world.
Truths yet to be known, that: If the dead can indeed wake up, there’s only…
1st March 2017 Lusaka. Madam, Re: Resignation – Prisca Banda Madam, many months now, you…
Ivan was the one who put the thought into her head. She would have been…
For a long time, I stayed in a prison by the sea surrounded by ramparts.…
I. The plain truth is that was the bitch’s name: Quimbamba. My brother showed up…