"It's been three decades and I'm an adult and I'm tired of being afraid of a goddamned bridge.”

When you find him, you must simmer the fat from his body and eat it, and then you will know everything.

Here I am, it thought, and then, immediately: How I hate everyone.

In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents Lucy Harlow’s “Es, Fui”, with commentary by the poet. https://mcdn.podbean.com/mf/web/4gbru7/Strange-Horizons-20190513-p.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

How the moon watches them, so fascinated.

In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents Sheikha A.’s “Nesters”. https://mcdn.podbean.com/mf/web/8byvr8/Strange-Horizons-20190506-p.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

Several days a week, sometimes twice a day, I go into the Room Where My Friends Die.

In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents the poetry of the Nigerian SFF special issue, including a reading by Julia Beach. https://mcdn.podbean.com/mf/web/awnqbm/Strange-Horizons-20190429-p.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

“You must not tell anyone,” she said. “I am one of those that cannot die, the Bakirshi.”

The woman was in her face now, dress billowing, a white cumulus of afro contrasting with the blue-black of her skin.