She doesn’t normally fuss, not when she’s at university just to interpret, but lines of grief shouldn’t gouge into her face, no shadowy emotion should warp her irises.

In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Ross Showalter's “Water Through Our Hands.”

She left a twig or two from her besom when she swept Autumn from the hall. Where she was then is now an absence shaped very much like her.

In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents Oliver Smith’s “Witch Trails,” as read by the poet.