Across the grainy darkness of the metal crate, white block letters are clearly visible: WENDIGO.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Nghi Vo's "Twelve Pictures from a Second World War."
Half moon in the pale blue sky is half the moon it used to be. Bobbing like this isn't like what it was with the apples. I suffer. We all suffer now from seasickness. I still can't believe we went there. I still can't believe we went back to Dad's after all that time. We're a long way from home now. The moon, full, like Jeff Buckley sang, as a plate, she is a long way from home. But here we are in Pennsylvania, a land where no more miracles grow. Whatever it means to be "in." Forests are no