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20 Jan 2017
I hold a star in my eye and a pistol in my hand.
19 Jan 2017
I am still here, I want to say, I still mean something
19 Jan 2017
You Are Here You need to take the Blue Line to Memorial Park – move up around the axis to the second exit.
16 Jan 2017
These are women / who have danced to an ancient pain
16 Jan 2017
You will not find us on the six o'clock news
9 Jan 2017
The thelawallah’s cart resembles a war field:
2 Jan 2017
I learned a new language today, one comprised of fragrances:
19 Dec 2016
You can stay here, where it's safe, if cold as the north wind's heart. You don't need to hide. You shake.
12 Dec 2016
at dusk, the jigsaw puzzle of the cracked mesa molts sulfur blue, nuclear-fissions into a Jericho of blue roses and peacocks.
5 Dec 2016
Your scars form marks along your torso, cut right under the left nipple and over towards your right.
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16 Jan 2017

Strange Horizons
By: Lewis Shiner
Podcast read by: Anaea Lay
By: Meda Kahn
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By: Abbey Mei Otis
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By: Anya Johanna DeNiro
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By: Samantha Henderson
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