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The Phantom Pulse #1 | May 2026 Rowan Hill No matter how deep we dug, she always seemed to be sinking. Sprouting like a thorny weed in an impotent soil, the young woman, no older than eighteen, wore an oily rag for a blouse. Found on a late August afternoon up to her pits…

The Phantom Pulse #1 | May 2026 Lex Chamberlin Cilla’s hand drips with coagulated muck as she grips the dead heart above her work. The soggy brain sits in place already behind the construction’s marigold eyes, laced roots for a scalp, a string of mums for a mouth. She’d had to handle the lattermost…

The Phantom Pulse #1 | May 2026 John K. Peck I shimmered into a summer afternoon, summoned by the smell of cut grass and the roar of machines revving in the warm, still air: a good day to sing.  I crossed palatial suburban gardens with cement fountains and meticulous lawns until I came to…

The Phantom Pulse #1 | May 2026 Amanda Cecelia LangCW: car accident My window blinds have a missing slat.  Through it, I see things I don’t want to see. The missing slat opens a horizontal wound in the dusty wooden blinds, an inside peek at the outside world. A spyhole to escape this sickly…