We are living through a fascist uprising. Do not wait for fascists to call themselves fascists. They are ascendent, and we have to learn how to fight back. Authors and poets have always spearheaded efforts to articulate danger and envision a better future. In the Antifa Lit Journal, these talented writers will tug at your heartstrings, draw you to take action, and help you find hope. Volume 1 begins with Rachel A. Rosen's brilliant "What If We Kissed While Sinking a Billionaire's Yacht?" a...

A dark speculative fiction anthology of ecological delights and nightmares. In each piece, Nature prevails, it triumphs, one way or another, with teeth, claws, vines, tentacles, or more over human exploitation. Prose and poetry are equals here, giving you decadent, violent, and elegant delights. Dark humor and dark tales for dreams of a better tomorrow. All speculative subgenres are included, from literary horror, extreme horror, psychological horror to dark science fiction and new weird. ...

At the end, when the last star dies and the cold begins to seep in, what will be the totality of our accomplishments? What will have been the point? And will anyone notice that we're gone? If the true terror at the center of cosmic horror is the vast indifference the universe has for us, does that mean the closest thing we have to any sort of compassionate connection is . . . our cats? Ah, we may be doomed.But, in the interim, perhaps there may still be some spark that can illumina...

We arrive yet again at the end of it all: the dreaded holiday season, where everything is too bright, nothing is where it should be, and you will be constantly hounded by the persistent dread of having forgotten something very important. And traffic will be totally and utterly f*cked all the way to the mall. We are doomed.But there may still be some spark in these fading minutes before the heat death of the universe, before the last tear is shed, and before the last present is unwr...

This issue is a revival, a call to the sweet sweat of the summer celebration. This is the breath of wind that sweeps before the storm, that tells us of things to come and of things that will disappear when we look away. These stories are the seeds and fruits that have lain dormant for some time, and now they are all sprouting.Here are stories about revenge, stories about justice, stories about what we get when we ask for too much without understanding the triumverate of suggestion,...