Fiction
Incendiary
Grimley Bogue
Butter Pat Babies
Steve Rasnic Tem
Preamble
KJ Hannah Greenberg
Stockholm Syndrome
Lucy Mihajlich
Painting
Sayuri Yamada
Konfessin Mouser K.
AE Reiff

Excerpts
Hellbender
Jason Jack Miller
The Blood Poetry
Leland Pitts-Gonzalez
My Hands Were Clean
Tom Bradley
The Tumors
Matthew Revert

Painting
Sayuri Yamada


The sun was out. The sun was out of the sky. The sun was out of the burning sky. The sun was out of the burning red sky. Because the sky was burning, the sun wasn’t wanted. The sky was red and hot. The sky was simmering. The sky was burning. No wind. The burning sky was tilting to the east. The burning sky was tilting to the east without the wind. The wind was with the sun. The sun was with the wind. They weren’t in the burning sky. The tilting burning sky was slipping to the river. The tilting burning sky was slipping to the river with three coal barges. The coal barges had three people. The black coal barges had three black people. The sky was red. The coal barges were black. The people were black. No sun. No wind. A small boy was painting the barges and sky. A small boy was painting the black barges and red sky. His teacher said the picture didn’t have the right colors. His teacher said the picture had the wrong colors. The small boy looked at the black barges and red sky. The black barges and the red sky looked back at the small boy. His teacher looked at the black barges and red sky. The black barges and the red sky didn’t look back at his teacher. The small boy painted green over the black barges. The small boy painted silver over the red sky. The black barges and the red sky looked at the green barges and the silver sky in the picture. His teacher looked at the green barges and the silver sky in the picture. His teacher nodded to the small boy. The small boy nodded back to his teacher. His teacher walked away with his hands clasped behind his back. His teacher walked away with his hands clasped behind his back with his head down. The red sky looked at his teacher walking away. The black barges looked at his teacher walking away. The silver sky in the small boy’s picture looked at his teacher walking away. The green barges in the small boy’s picture looked at his teacher walking away. The wrong colors. His teacher’s hair was white. His teacher’s hair had been black when he had told the small boy about his picture. His teacher’s jacket was black. His teacher’s jacket had been white when he had told the small boy about his picture. The wrong colors. The small boy looked at his picture and looked at the red sky and black barges. The wrong colors. The small boy had painted the red sky silver. The small boy had painted green over the black barges. The small boy looked at the green barges and silver sky in his picture. The small boy looked at the green barges on the river and the silver sky above them. The right colors. The small boy packed his picture in his bag. The small boy stood up and walked away with his hand clasped behind his back. The small boy’s hair was white. The small boy’s jacket was black. The wrong colors.


Sayuri Yamada has published stories in ten magazines both in the UK and the US. One of them, "Killing Me Softly," was published by Gray Sparrow, which won an award for the best new literary journal of the year from the Council of Editors of Learned Journal. Another one. "A Fat Mermaid," appeared in First Edition.