The recipe was never the same twice. Often Ella was not precisely aware of what she mixed into the cakes. Oh, rice flour, certainly. Well-beaten egg. Coconut milk. Honey. Spices—cardamom, or ginger, a ghost of anise, a drift of salt.
I am afraid of forests. I do not know why / the pineapple has a thousand eyes.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, guest editor Ciro Faienza presents poetry from the September and October issues.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Kelly Jennings's "Dream Cakes."