Smaran lingers here in this old home, gnawing on names and the stories that go with them. She is as I left her, which is more than I can say about myself. Her long dark hair coiled around her in swathes, she’s sitting in the spare room, suckling on a thumb, one ear pressed to the wall as if hungry for company.
They zoom past, / sleek and shiny, / picking up dust from / medieval Arab, / Christian and Jewish / monuments.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents D. A. Xiaolin Spires’s “Toledo”, as read by the poet.
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