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...