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Strangelet, Volume 1, Issue 3
Strangelet, Volume 1, Issue 3
Strangelet, Volume 1, Issue 3
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Issue 1.3, a fully illustrated issue of Strangelet, with cover and illustrations by artist Weston Thompson.

"Rampion" by Anita Felicelli
A desire seeded with grief can lead to unexpected and terrible places.

"Running With" by Peter Medeiros
Old friends come together again for an old Earth tradition, using bulls from a distant world. What can go wrong?

"The Ragabash Foxtrot, Part 2" by Dorian Graves
Pick up where our detective left off in Issue 1.2 and dive deeper into a den of myth and noir.

Plus, poetry from Stephen Toutonghi about visitors from other worlds.

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Release dateSep 8, 2015
ISBN9781310097157
Strangelet, Volume 1, Issue 3
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Strangelet is a journal of speculative fiction that publishes fiction, poetry, nonfiction, graphic stories/comics, and artwork six times a year with an anthology at the end of each year. We showcase the intersection where genre and literature collide. We want works to reveal compelling, universal truths that speak to us—from starship computers, from dragons’ mouths, and from everyday worlds tinged with miracles. Genres Strangelet primarily publishes short fiction but we also want exceptional artwork, essays, graphic stories, poetry, and reviews that explore the same space. We are looking for works of science fiction, fantasy, magical realism, and anything else that takes the reader to new worlds (or a shadowy corner of ours). Visit our submissions page for more information if you would like to be included in the journal. Visit our store and check out our subscription rates if you would like to purchase an issue. Inspirations Our inspirations include authors and artists like Ray Bradbury, Octavia Butler, Philip K. Dick, Emily Carroll, Madeleine L’Engle, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Rod Serling, and Ralph Steadman, who have broken the bounds of genre and literature (and even form) to keep us transfixed. To find out current news about submissions, upcoming issues, or to see what’s inspiring us right now, sign up for our newsletter, follow us at Twitter, Facebook, and our Goodreads page, or use the contact info below.

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    Strangelet is a new journal accepting speculative artwork, fiction, graphic stories/comics, nonfiction, and poetry. Strangelet is published 6 times a year.

    We want to showcase works where genre and literature collide. We want pieces that situate the gravity of living amid the high energy of imagination to find compelling, beautiful, universal truths that speak to us—whether from starships, from dragons’ mouths, or from an everyday world tinged with miracles.

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    Cover art is Octopod © Weston Thompson

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    Strangelet

    Volume 1, Issue 3, September 2015

    Executive Editor

    Casey Brown

    Managing Editor, Business Manager, Copyeditor

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    Franco A. Alvarado

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    Weston Thompson

    Readers

    Chelsea Cohen, Konstantine Dzugan, Rebecca Jones, Lisa Markley, Kurt Newton, Gabrielle Roman, Mikaela von Kursell

    Fiction

    Rampion by Anita Felicelli

    Running With by Peter Medeiros

    Serial Fiction

    The Ragabash Foxtrot, Part 2 by Dorian Graves

    Poetry

    Houses in Space by Steve Toutonghi

    visitors by Steve Toutonghi

    Illustrator Weston Thompson

    Anita Felicelli

    Rampion

    We traveled to Paris armed with foolproof plans of relaxation. It was early spring and our yearlong efforts to get pregnant had failed. The fertility clinic tested Connall and the problem wasn’t his sperm, so that left me to measure my basal temperature, take pills, inject myself, explore homeopathic cures. Relax, the doctors said. Relax, my acupuncturist said. You’re wound too tight. I had always been tense, but I was pretty sure the problem was my eggs, or the lack of them, not the whorled knots in my shoulders. Nonetheless I rented us a Parisian apartment in the Latin Quarter, hopeful that the city of light and love would work its magic.

    We decided to spend our first afternoon at the Pompidou. The trees should be just starting to turn, Connall said. As a landscape architect, he was always attuned to what was growing, even in the heart of a city. Maybe we’ll catch some of the blossoms on our walk.

    At a corner market, I bought a baguette and a round of chevre, which Connall stored in his backpack. I tried not to bring it up, but after the third perambulator, I couldn’t contain myself. Do you think it will work? I asked.

    What? He was looking down at his city map and I took his arm to keep him from bumping into other pedestrians.

    The IVF.

    Let’s not think about that. We’re not there yet, he said. Let’s just enjoy Paris.

    I would so much like to have a tiny child.

    Me, too, but let’s be patient.

    We arrived at the Pompidou, its splendor made up of hard metal bars and cold rainbow pipes and phallic glass tunnels in the midst of the elegant architecture of Paris. Connall insisted on seeing the entirety of the museum, for fear we would never be here again, so for what seemed like hours, I stood and stared at Yayoi Kusama’s obsessive dot works. So many dots, an ocean of dots, and a quiet chamber of mirrors and bliss that was teeming with candy-colored LED lights and reflections of them and reflections of reflections—on and on, through time forever.

    We emerged from that metal and glass behemoth into what we thought would be the vast light of that day, but the buttery light had been replaced with silver clouds and a fierce, howling wind. I turned on my phone and tried to provoke Connall by videotaping him. You like it, don’t you, I said gesturing at the Pompidou.

    It’s fantastic.

    It’s a monstrosity.

    He put up his hand, so I spun around to find another subject through the lens. Far across the plaza by large white tubular structures, a group of vagrants played music on trashcan lids and drums. Their front woman, desiccated with thick platinum gold hair

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