The newcomer caught sight of her and saluted, grinning, and Captain Perea saluted back, disconcerted by the mirrored feel of it. And the civilians started clapping now, the cheering subsiding and giving way to the clatter. Two war-injured heroes meeting again, what a sight!
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents J.B. Park's "Human Pilots."
The ocean threads our hair with the loam of night forgotten. I've counted the hours since you have quivered to life in the core of me, folding outward in twos and fours and sixes. Our body divides. Morning presses through mangroves with a fat and milky fist and I can see the day unfolding on our skin. I washed away your brothers and sisters in the brackish slurry between my legs, their screams the beating of moth wings and fairy dust. You will only miss them when I am gone. They will call you Calvaluna, Cambion, a jumble of bones
Gentle readers, it’s that time once again.