Simbiyu and the Nameless
The colour is full of shade and smells like crusts of fruit. Crushed guavas, warm wet clay—that’s the sweetness and mushiness...
The colour is full of shade and smells like crusts of fruit. Crushed guavas, warm wet clay—that’s the sweetness and mushiness...
It’s fantastical, illogical, ambitious, somewhat irreal, even unsettling—you may have read the literary strange in all its jarring...
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She remembers landscapes, the history of silence loud in horses wearing blankets in a lush green farm near the Yarra Valley rodeo...
SATURDAY, 1 JULY 2147
My dearest Willow,
What I have to say is stranger than the fiction I was angling to write. The book I was...
“Kizimbani,” by Eugen Bacon and Clare E. Rhoden, is a surreal story about a traveler, Luna, who finds herself crash-landed and...
I understood then that this was a lesson on trust. I needed to rip old habits. I needed to trust someone else with the business...
Their sex gave the whale-bone unit and its thatched roof of albatross wings a sweet musty odor like a ripened durian fruit. It...