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From Modern Mythcraft to Magical Surrealism

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Once Upon a Time at The Oakmont

On the island of Manhattan, there’s a building out of time. I can’t tell you where it is, exactly. It has an address, of course, as all buildings do, but that wouldn’t mean anything to you. What I can tell you is that the building is called The Oakmont.

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Latest Nonfiction

A Liminal Magic: Diaspora Parallels in Freya Marske’s A Marvellous Light

I have a confession to make: I think I’m burning out on writing “Asian American” literature. I know this is wrong of me. I know all writing is political. I know sharing our stories is an important way for us to work past media stereotypes, find each other, and reconstruct our collective histories. I have reread Babel and On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous and the Green Bone Saga over and over, as if by repeated consumption I could etch them beneath my skin.

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Negative Theology of the Child from ‘The King of Tars’

The muse calls me ‘Digenia.’ It is not my real name; that is suspended while I am traveling through these verses, now some 690 years old. To pass through this realm of allegory and myth, of device and symbiotics, one needs to carry a standard. Mine is of the ‘two-blooded.’ Twice-blooded, I want to say. Down through the ages, this language which I speak and write in has no words that contain me. There are plenty of hyphenated adjectives: Half-breed, mixed-blood. But, like the Great Mystery, symbols slide off me. Looking too close is dangerous. I might look back.

Fandom for Witches

Lara is a summer witch born with fruit rich on her tongue, a monkey god’s chittering beneath her skin, and a full July sun’s worth of love for love. Her ba claims to have read Pasternak, but she knows it was Julie Christie’s face he traced when he named her, Julie’s yellow-gold hair her ma made fun of him for admiring, bright as an August afternoon.

Homecoming

On a night where the moon silvers the falling snow and the air is the gaping mouth of a frozen corpse, the skeleton pig lowers its head to the river flowing upstream and drinks while dreaming of spring. Trees like pale fingers strain towards the skies and line both sides of the river—the skeleton pig has never strayed into the woods for fear of losing its way, but it is tempted to venture beyond this eternal walk along the frigid water. It remembers little other than this journey, this cold.

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The Equation of Time

Take: x = today, y = tomorrow, and k = time / Question I: What would you consider as constant / if all of these unknown variables wear / the memory of you?

music in the garden

the garden sings again / brushstroke of falsetto / petal drops of fiddled solfas

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Editorial: October 2023

In this, our final issue of Fantasy Magazine: Short stories by Ruoxi Chen (“Fandom for Witches”) and P.A. Cornell (“Once Upon a Time at the Oakmont”); flash fiction by Sonia Sulaiman (“Negative Theology of the Child from ‘The King of Tars'”) and Wen Yu Yang (“Homecoming”); poetry by Joshua Effiong (“The Equation of Time”) and Adesiyan Oluwapelumi (“music in the garden”); and an essay by PH Low.