In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Natalia Antonova's "The Fox Head Barks Facing Seaward."
The government was busy drinking. The lights were always blinking and going out in various parts of town. “Neighborhood’s winking up at God,” my grandmother used to say on nights like that. “But you can’t make him pay attention.”
The first time that morning, your face stole / from rasps lanterned: chariot of sun / racing gold in the glare of rays
