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Ellen Datlow
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Ellen Datlow
The renowned SF, fantasy, and horror editor Ellen Datlow has served as Omni’s fiction editor, as well as the editor of Event Horizon and Sci Fiction, and the series editor for Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror. She is currently a consulting editor with Tor.com, the editor of Best Horror of the Year, and the cohost for KGB Bar’s Fantastic Fiction reading series. She has received two Hugo Awards, five Bram Stoker Awards, ten World Fantasy Awards, two International Horror Guild Awards, three Shirley Jackson Awards, twelve Locus Awards, and the Horror Writers Association Life Achievement Award.

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Vol. 82
Conjunctions:82
Works & Days
Spring 2024
Bradford Morrow

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Four Poems
by Bob Hicok
September 4, 2024
He woke from a dream.

He was in the garage of an old house,
riding one of those toy horses
held to a metal frame by springs.
It was not very fast, not very curious
about the horizon.
Alligator
by David Ryan
August 21, 2024
I made sandwiches with the bresaola from the antipasto the afternoon before and some of the gouda I'd cut thinner from the cubes. I tried to feed the boy some of the gouda and a little bread, but he wouldn't have any. I suspected it was the traces of vinegar, they clashed with the white bread—it was all we had—or maybe it was just an odd new combination of flavors he didn't understand yet. But what was left over would likely get lost in the refrigerator where things were perpetually being pushed back behind more saved food, this striated order of aging and forgetting—food saved until eating what was left at the far back was unwise. Like memory, the economy of our minds repressing one moment for the next and leaving the past like a set of traps that might go off at any moment.
Farewell to the Damned
by Marcus Spiegel
August 14, 2024
Maybe the Leather Skulls were no longer the titans of the death metal scene they used to be in the late eighties. Were they titans then? They had a following, a snug cult of enthusiasts. Their admirers were scarcer now, sure, but as they circled the continent on their latest comeback tour in honor of their eleventh album, The Devils He Casteth Out, the band could still fill bars and small ornate theaters with diehards—haggard bikers and their biker wives, with jazzed up hair and fatal shades of lipstick. The concerts were like nostalgia galas, reenactments of the past. One more spin on the crazy train.