If there's one thing halfass swamprat mystics like better than a girl on their lap while they're holding forth regarding the tiny scraps of the numinous they’ve managed to catch sight of, it's a girl waiting on them.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Shira Lipkin's "In Our Rags of Light."
Even as a kid I was always trying to create worlds and stories with my art.
You never shy away from the sudden shapes / that appear shorn in the fields, // waves of stalks woven into circles and split spheres.
