The Deadlands - Issue 40

There is no magic without the procedure. A golden faceplate aimed at a hole in the sky through which we are buried and baptized in a breath. Our skin bruised and stitched, our bones acquainted. Ghosts have always been there, we just haven't noticed them, what with the turtles as green as heaven, and the roosters rousing us from dreams. There is no magic without the procedure.Table Of ContentsFiction Guest Editor: Vajra ChandrasekeraThe Last Minute Before the Rooster Crows, by Malena Salazar Maciá (fiction)Amanita Season, Belle Biscotti (poetry)Hamaka, Leave Me Alone, by Testimony Odey (fiction) I had a dream and in the dream I knew I was dreaming so I believed I could change things, Shana Ross (poetry)The Destruction of All That is Good and Holy, Otherwise Known as Green Beans, by Erin Ulm (fiction) The Ritual, by Matthew Wollin (nonfic)The Ghost of Cerrera Orbital Station Makes Herself Known, by Laila Amado (fiction) The Pretendian, by Jason Pearce (fiction) Bay nakht afn altn mark: A rehearsal, by R.B. Lemberg (poetry)Punks Don't Die, by Kat Sedia (fiction) Not a Bird, Ellen Romano (poetry)Liminalities of the Second Contraction, by Scott Payne (fiction)