Everybody's watching the same scenes: the fiery crash, the swelling tributaries of desperate people filling the huge parking lot, the surrounding neighborhoods and beyond, a sea of people as far as you can see, more and more all the time, looking to the sky, for what? For relief, for hope, for something impossible to believe in. For us.
from afar it must look like / God's finger, / the one He used when He / stirred forth the world's flora / from the first mud.
Strange Horizons editor Susan Marie Groppi talks with artist and writer Maggie Hogarth about distributed publishing models, the Amazon Kindle, and the author-audience relationship.
