The sticky horror in our throats is not just for what we see, but for ourselves. We long to be there, in the heat of it. It is spiteful to leave us here, wasting away. We feel in ourselves a nuclear fire, always on the verge of explosion.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Senaa Ahmad's "The Glow-in-the-Dark Girls."
Five pairs of simple gemstone stud earrings—one garnet, another jade, yet another sapphire, and so on—which each seem to match perfectly in cut and clarity, but upon the closest inspection reveal themselves to be barely similar at all.
I knew I wanted to continue with my art, but I hadn’t found the place where my art belonged.
They arrive like sailboats, / skirting the wheat fields / with weary, tattooed feet.