The Deadlands - Issue 40

<p>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.</p><p></p><h2>Table Of Contents</h2><p>Fiction Guest Editor: Vajra Chandrasekera</p><p></p><p>The Last Minute Before the Rooster Crows by Malena Salazar Maciá (fiction)</p><p>Amanita Season Belle Biscotti (poetry)</p><p>Hamaka Leave Me Alone by Testimony Odey (fiction)</p><p> I had a dream and in the dream I knew I was dreaming so I believed I could change things Shana Ross (poetry)</p><p>The Destruction of All That is Good and Holy Otherwise Known as Green Beans by Erin Ulm (fiction)</p><p> The Ritual by Matthew Wollin (nonfic)</p><p>The Ghost of Cerrera Orbital Station Makes Herself Known by Laila Amado (fiction)</p><p> The Pretendian by Jason Pearce (fiction)</p><p> Bay nakht afn altn mark: A rehearsal by R.B. Lemberg (poetry)</p><p>Punks Don't Die by Kat Sedia (fiction)</p><p> Not a Bird Ellen Romano (poetry)</p><p>Liminalities of the Second Contraction by Scott Payne (fiction)</p>