In the belly of the behemoth, her hand arced loosely over the nerve bundle, the diver switches off her lamp, and two meters of murky green visibility drops instantly to perfect black.
Most readers have favourite writers. But sometimes you find that, over time, these change.
Heads bowed out from windows toward / the incantatory cabin where she slept, the wind / helped itself to bread
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents poetry from the February issues.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents June Oldfather's "Into the Wreck."