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War No More
Join Angela, a devoted cat sanctuary worker, as she writes an obituary for a beloved cat on Christmas eve. Joyful, witty, and touching.
Invisible Wings
Family trauma, China’s turbulent history, and the specter of death. ‘Invisible Wings’: a tale of survival, resilience, and magic.
Arts & Culture, Fiction, short story
The Appointment
“If I’ll always be happy, won’t happiness lose its value?” A man takes a trip to the doctor and all is not what it seems…
Arts & Culture, Fiction, short story
Grief Interrupted
“We Americans do not deal well with sorrow.” When COVID stalled the normal processes of grief, how did we all cope?
Digital Subscriptions, Litro #184: Memory, Print Issues
Tuscany! Tuscany!
"We were no longer young." GC Perry sets the violent breakdown of a marriage in the warmth and magnificence of Tuscany's countryside.
To access this ...
Editor's Pick, Essays, EssaySaturday
Summer of Acceptance
I was sixteen and mesmerized by the graffiti – framed by tunnels, bridges, and walls of industrial buildings. It seemed the only view on an Amtrak train from Springfield, Mass ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, StorySunday
DREAMED
A man dreams he is about to die then becomes convinced he will die soon
STEPHEN ANDREWS
A moving portrait of rough-and-tumble Stephen Andrews
Editor's Pick, Fiction, StorySunday
THE UNFORTUNATE BUSINESS OF THE DEAD CHILDREN
An English teacher’s students keep dying
Editor's Pick, Essays, EssaySaturday
NYC DNA
On the lengthy strands of our person tangling into the great city
Austin
I thought the man was sleeping until I saw his dead stare. The top of his head was gone, leaving a hole ringed by wisps of black hair.
Between Here and Oblivion
He wasn’t supposed to be here. He should be checking on steam cleaners and bottles of solvents, cleaning the debris, clearing the bodies. Bodies… They had always been bodies. Silent ...
Death Brought to Life at the Met
These still early years of the twenty-first century have seen a rising fascination for the mourning practices of the nineteenth century. At a time when loved ones are memorialized via ...
Those Clear, Unblinking Eyes
He came out of the cell calmly at eight in the morning with nothing to say. The captain had never seen anyone come out of a cell so calmly.
The other ...
Death: A self portrait at the Wellcome Collection
One of the most resonating questions I was left pondering over was of representation. In many respects the contemplations of death, the associated images, the rituals and ceremonies built around ...
Promises You Can Keep
Pete leant on the washing machine, catching his breath, looking around. It was a big kitchen. Big and empty and incomplete, caught between one age and another, one owner and ...
Like the Robot in Buck Rogers
Nan may as well have been dead. She was on the sofabed in the front room. Sprawled, but rigid. Her hands were claw-like, yellowed and scaly. The room was cloudy ...