Now Kesi is four and does not mention him at all. She remembers him; when I point to his picture, she tells me who Jabari is. But she does not begin conversation about him. She does not ask when he will return. She does not ask what it means to die.
I’ve recently spent a lot of time listening to conversations and engaging in discussions about, among other things, non-western SF and how SF is so white.
Literature is open to everybody, / even pests.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Kenneth Schneyer's "Hear the Enemy, My Daughter."
