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tended, tangled, and veined

i. girl. a small word. too small. but girl they called her, and girl she claimed. she practiced her girlhood with heat–stricken hair, sheared nails, scrubbed skin. she baptized herself with fat wrung from beans and battered into butter. she oiled her joints with poise, scented her flesh with propriety, and clothed herself in performance. […]

The Spy Who Never Grew Up

There is a magic shore where children used to beach their coracles every night. The children have stopped coming now, and their little boats are tipped over on the sides, like the abandoned shells of nuts eaten long ago. The dark sea rushes up to the pale beach and just touches the crafts, making them […]

Growing Up in Hyperspace

(Author’s Note: I wrote this essay in late November; I saw Star Wars: The Force Awakens on opening night, December 17. Now I’m excited to write a second essay, but everything I wrote here still stands.) I was in high school when Star Wars: Episode I hit theaters. And I was psyched. At this point only […]


I was monitoring Cherie Peng’s pulse, breathing, her sweaty palms, all of it, when the Sarissa interrupted me. “This proposal of yours,” the Sarissa said. She—the Sarissa insisted on the animate feminine instead of the inanimate sentient pronoun like most of us ships—sent me the document reference so I knew which proposal she was talking […]

Everyone Has a Ghost Story

My elementary school was a place that thought nothing of throwing children out into the schoolyard for a wild 45 minutes of unsupervised daily activity. The playground was filled with proper danger—a real merry–go–round, an honest–to–god see–saw, and the infamous monkey bars from which, at least once a year, some lucky child fell and came […]

And the Balance in Blood

Sister Scholastique rolled onto her back. She pulled her hard, sawdust–stuffed pillow over her head and reflected on the sure and certain hope for peace and for virtue rewarded in the next world. She had determined that there was little enough of either in this one. The monastery dogs had been barking for half an […]

Thank You, Year Two Kickstarter Supporters!

Uncanny Magazine would like to thank the following people for backing our Year Two Kickstarter. This magazine would not be possible without their support. Anne M Gibson, William T. McGeachin, David A. Wohlreich, Dionne Obeso, Benjamin C. Kinney, Edmund Schweppe, Elizabeth McCarty, Thomas Bull, Parris P McBride–Martin, Dave Heyman, Jim Brucker, Kay Taylor Rea, Chanie Beckman, […]

The Sisters’ Line

My sister is posting me a train, piece by piece. She hides minute cogs in the adhesive between stamp and envelope; she traps switches in the envelope’s seal. Every letter is a game, a puzzle, a thing to be dissected. I spend hours unfolding and refolding the letters and the little origami cranes she slips […]

And Never Mind the Watching Ones

Aaron He is lying on the splintered, faded–gray wood of the dock, the fingers of one hand dangling in the slough and glitter frogs in his hair. His breath catches and he cups the back of Christian’s head. An airplane is flying far, far overhead. It sounds like the purring exhale of the frogs. Aaron […]

Sinners, Saints, Dragons, and Haints, in the City Beneath the Still Waters

The days which bracketed hurricanes were painful in their clarity. Sharp–edged clouds, blue sky hard as a cop’s eyes, air so clear that every sound ground at the ear. If a person held still enough he would feel the slow, unreal descent as all the air for miles around scrape–slip–slid downhill into the whirlpool maw […]