I come from an arboreal people who have, since the old times, conducted their lives on trees. I was born on a branch of a banyan tree, cradled among the sinews of its prop roots when I was a child.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Mimi Mondal's “The Trees of My Youth Grew Tall.”
The lies our wise queen weaves cinch her chest. / "I am a dutiful wife," she says. Breath hitches.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents Penny Stirling’s “Penelope’s Body, Looming”.
I’m fascinated by the reflective nature of environments—how a space shapes and, in turn, is shaped the person who lives in it.
As a disabled immigrant with limited resources who is also a caregiver, I attend cons very sporadically. But at every single convention until just a few years ago, as well as online, I have had multiple versions of the following conversation: Me: “Let’s discuss disability representation in SFF literature.” Person: “Miles Vorkosigan!” or “You should try the Vorkosigan Saga!” I explain that I have read all the books in Lois McMaster Bujold’s many-volume space opera epic, and reread the earlier ones multiple times so much that I can quote them verbatim, but I’d