Strange Horizons

10 Aug 2026

the sleeping are so hard to distinguish / from the dead

10 Aug 2026

Nature, desecrated, refused to yield more than bone

3 Aug 2026

The deads are punctual. They arrive exactly when there is nothing left to distract us.

3 Aug 2026

survival is a fungus

27 Jul 2026

And I come up 3 miles away in the reactor cooling lake, facing the rich houses.

27 Jul 2026

I was the horse who melted under the heat of the rendering.

20 Jul 2026

Google means a hundred acres north of town

20 Jul 2026

boots parading through his pulse; he jerks awake mid-throw

13 Jul 2026

Other LIVES Coming Along THE COSMIC DISTANCE LADDER

13 Jul 2026

The shrieking of a thousand prophets and djinn, wailing for a land that was holy once