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...
Sometimes you wish you were a biorobot. Unemotive, just 1s and 0s.
Your mother’s words burn inside your mind: “People are laughing...
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...
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