He could no longer tell where he ended and the gun began, and that the feeling extended to encompass the cracked pavement beneath his feet, and the car, and the splintering telephone poles, and the boarded-up storefronts, and a nearby oak tree, and a finch perched on the branch of that oak tree where it watched a strange man standing in the street with a gun.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Devon Wong's "Love Pressed in Vinyl."
we all slept late and I woke up the first / with Nix snoring through the wall, and the whole house / gray and still
Our eyes briefly met as I tried to save an ancient tome while you opened my chest with a sturdy swing of your battle-axe.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents poetry from the March issues.
The time has come, I've decided, to move on; I'm handing the editor-in-chiefship of Strange Horizons over to our current associate editors, Jane Crowley and Kate Dollarhyde; I'm looking forward to re-encountering the magazine as a reader.