Strange Horizons invites non-fiction submissions for our March 30 special issue on “Fungi in SFF.”

Once I’ve finished writing, I will fold this letter up and tuck it into the Tristram you kindly loaned me (may it be our Galeotto … ). I’ll knock on your door, at which point I will most likely encounter a puzzled maidservant, who will ask who in the world I am, and I will explain that I am returning a book you were kind enough to bestow on me (generous creature that you are and clearly down-on-their-luck weatherworn would-be poet that I am).

the trees were softening, their bark for the hungry to scrape and scrape and spread it on whatever bread they could beg or bake

i must warn you before all else / before you poke and prod

Paul Kincaid and Dawn Macdonald join Dan Hartland to discuss style.