With the world as it is, we need stories more than ever. Stories that lift us up, that take us to new places, that hurt us and build us back up again. We need strong fresh voices, unafraid to go deep, to bring these stories into the light. And we need you, to be curious, to feel everything, to get past the trappings of superheroes and fairy tales and androids and timey wimey stuff to the beating heart of our shared humanity, which these stories exhibit in droves. Welcome to year eight of Luna Station. We've been expecting you.

Leave it to Luna Station Quarterly to continually subvert your expectations, while still bringing you the best in female-fronted storytelling. Here we are in the heart of the growing year, green and lush and voluptuous, human and animal alike in their prime and enjoying the sun at the height of its powers. And what do we do? We present you with an issue of mostly meditative stories, mostly about death. 'Cause we're funny that way. Like a rom-com or a period flick counter programmed against a blow 'em up summer blockbuster, we invite you to our alternative to the flow. Yes, there are still...