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In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents  poetry from the May issues of Strange Horizons.



Robin M. Eames is a disabled & dying queercrip writer/artist/activist living in Sydney, Australia. Their work appears or is upcoming in GlitterShip, Luna Station Quarterly, Glitterwolf, ARNA, Hermes, and the anthology Broken Worlds.
Richard Ford Burley (they/he) is a writer of speculative fiction and poetry as well as Deputy Managing Editor of the journal Ledger. Their second novel, Displacement, was published in hardcover in February 2020 by Prospective Press and is now available in paperback. They post updates (occasionally) at richardfordburley.com, and they tweet (unceasingly) at @arreffbee.

In elementary school, Symantha spent recess reading and writing poems.  She's the first in her family to attend college, graduating with a B.A in English Literature and went on to earn an M.F.A in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University.  She's now a writer in the video game industry.

Based in Austin, TX, E. Kristin Anderson has been published widely in magazines.  She’s also the author of eight chapbooks, including A Guide for the Practical Abductee, Fire in the Sky and Pray, Pray, Pray: Poems I wrote to Prince in the middle of the night.  Kristin is Special Projects Manager for ELJ and a poetry editor at Found Poetry Review.  Once upon a time, she worked at The New Yorker.

Cislyn Smith likes playing pretend, playing games, and playing with words. She calls Madison, Wisconsin home. She has been known to crochet tentacles, write stories and poems at odd hours, and gallivant.  Her work has appeared in Star*Line, Diabolical Plots, and Flash Fiction Online.

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14 Jun 2026

this desire to mold something more than mere inert earth
How to Court a Siberian Tiger 
Get used to being held inside of her mouth completely.
Log 6324, earthdate unknown 
We didn’t think we’d make it this long, but there were others.
The Keyhole 
A light, he realizes, piercing the dark. It’s coming through the keyhole of the door leading to the living room. But how can it be? There’s no one else in the apartment—hasn’t been for years.
What I’d taken for white beads are actually human teeth, mixed with white crystals I identified (via taste, to Mole’s horror) as salt. Mole looks at the mixture and shudders. I don’t know how to explain why I keep them. As much as I wish to deny the strangeness of our near-death experience…if some wyrdcraft did take place, this feels like a talisman.
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“Tired of unrelenting / slogans claiming to promote / social justice?”
The fact of the matter is that the basic acts of our species' survival - sex, birth, nursing - are discomfitingly sticky. They upset the rather delicate balance of mind versus body that we all, one way or another, have to achieve, sending the squishy-meat-sack side surging to the forefront in all its oozy, dripping glory. Werewolf stories expose this side of human existence, which we usually don't highlight. Werewolves excel at externalizing bodily fluids.
Thursday: Nonesuch by Francis Spufford 
Thursday: Fantasy: A Short History by Adam Roberts 
Issue 8 Jun 2026
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Issue 25 May 2026
By: Louis Inglis Hall
Podcast read by: Emmie Christie
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Issue 20 Apr 2026
By: Athar Fikry
Podcast read by: Emmie Christie
Issue 13 Apr 2026
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