Stories featuring Satsuko & Mitsuo
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Have Mercy on Me, O God
Marco knew little of death, had not felt its icy fingers upon the heart, but in that moment, Marco came to know death’s song.
A Beautiful Cacophony
The cards felt good in Marco’s hands — they had the worn feel of old paper and pulsed with the warm undercurrent of Satsuko’s energy. Photo by LE
Tamamo No Mae
A fireside story, Japanese magic, and a mystery woman in the Badlands. Photo by: David Ohmer
Know Him By His Name
Would he, Marco, be a different boy if he had been called Ignacio or Andrés? How much of a person’s fate could be attributed to his name? Photo by Andreanna.
Ocean Woman
“It feels like she’s putting the words in my heart so I will know them if I need them later. But they are in Japanese, and I don’t understand.” Art by Fleecircus.
Snipe Hunting Never Gets Old
“Old Leviathan is the gigantic turtle that lives in the old pond. Way I hear it, though, he only comes out at night. And though it’s technically morning, it’s still dark. He’s probably still out.”
You Better Work! Sashay, Shante
“Cover Girl! Do a twirl!” Stone’s RuPaul impression was flawless, but RuPaul was before their time. Photo by .digits