Issue 166

Summer & Fall 2024

  • EDITOR’S NOTE

    Welcome to Issue 166 of TriQuarterly, curated with care by our fantastic team of readers and genre editors. The writers and multi-disciplinary artists found in this issue tackle a vast range of scopes, themes, moods, energies, forms, and approaches to language. It’s always a special challenge to come up with patterns and words that unite them all, but I think that’s an ultimately good thing. 

    This issue is expansive; it inhales and exhales. Strangeness lurks in unexpected places, taking the shape of a baby gator or a red jar or a proselytizing billboard.

    Thank you to the TriQuarterly genre editors — Patrick Bernhard, Jennifer Companik, Emily Mirengoff, Laura Joyce-Hubbard, Starr Davis, Daniel Fliegel, and Sarah Minor — and to my assistant managing editor Kira Tucker for all the work you’ve put into curating this issue, and thank you to our readers. A lot of hands touch every issue of TriQuarterly, yielding a kaleidoscope of stories.

    As always, my recommendation is to choose your own adventure when it comes to the order in which you read these pieces. Jump between genres. See what the kaleidoscope reveals.

    – Kayla Kumari Upadhyaya

Image from we pilot the blood by Quenton Baker

Fiction Tanya Žilinskas Fiction Tanya Žilinskas

All Kinds of Fur

When we met, it was in a forest: magical, enchanted, smooth-barked trees hanging low like drooping lowercase letters.

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Fiction Cara Lynn Albert Fiction Cara Lynn Albert

Filial Hannibalism

She found him in the red tide, drowning. Days before, yellow loaders cruised down St. Pete Beach and filled carriages with poisoned fish.

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Fiction Spencer Wise Fiction Spencer Wise

Sofia

Sofia and my uncle arrived one summer in the ‘80s reeking like pickles and moved into our basement on Blue Hill Ave.

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Fiction Krista Diamond Fiction Krista Diamond

Laguna

We called it Julaugust. That bruisingly hot stretch of weeks between mid July and late August, when after a month of summer vacation, more days lay ahead somehow.

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Fiction Matt Barrett Fiction Matt Barrett

Mrs. Bird

We knew nothing about Mrs. Bird except for two small things: She didn’t believe in God and she liked to walk alone.

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