Strange Horizons

11 Dec 2018

It's two cuts to the brain stem, it's the scythe of electricity.

27 Nov 2018

Broken bits of habitat disappeared like a low Earth fog evaporating under the pressure of a bright sun.

19 Nov 2018

my people walked upright out of a paper grave

12 Nov 2018

they gaze too long at your mortality / until you wish your body / was so transparent

5 Nov 2018

Who? You may ask. Our call: Who-We, like owls sounding like they are quite enjoying themselves.

22 Oct 2018

A tapestry, shorn— / tearing through the tattered sleeve— / scarlet, muscle, bone

15 Oct 2018

we created blueprints of better living / on the jagged edges of Mars / before Mars knew who she was

8 Oct 2018

who has a mother? I say, all babies but also:

1 Oct 2018

I see this circus / in your eyes when you / look at me

25 Sep 2018

That inkblot bruise on your belly—it bloomed like a dying star.