Interview with Artist Magdalena Pągowska
Interview with Cover Artist Magdalena Pągowska
Thresher of Men
The goddess had lived a million lives.
As a child, she had raced Sister Sun across the endless savannahs of Home, singing songs that inspired queens for a thousand years.
Fly, sister! Dance with us across the sky!
Oh! See how she frowns!
Much later, she had traveled in the bellies of slave ships, listening to the voices of her people as they cried for her, never knowing that she rode beside them in the deepening darkness. She had watched her people sundered from their histories and wept for the beloved ripped from her million loving hearts. And at the end of every life, the parts of her that lived in them had also gone into that darkness.
Review of The Martial Art of Writing and Other Essays by Alan Baxter
When I was first learning Chen-style taijiquan, my instructor would make us sit in a narrow horse stance, which was uncomfortable. Then he’d physically adjust our hips, our thighs, heads, etc. in order to get as much of our bodyweight as possible onto our heels...
Review of Whitesands by Johann Thorsson
Book Review of Whitesands by Johann Thorsson
Review of The Necessity of Stars by E. Catherine Tobler
Review of The Necessity of Stars by E. Catherine Tobler
Dogwood Stories
“Well, back in the days, a long time ago, the dogwood was strong, as strong as the oak tree. The people who kilt Jesus used the dogwood to make the crosses people was crucified on. The dogwood was a killin’ tree. So when they kilt Jesus on the cross, God twisted the dogwood, punished it by making its limbs thin and skinny …”
“So no one could be crucified on them anymore,” Sadie finished, her heart hammering in glee.
The Death of Captain Kirk: Why the Illusory Singularity of the White Hero Must Die
We have been predisposed to accept the white male protagonist, in all his forms, from knight in shining armor to deplorable human being tolerated for his “giftedness,” no matter how overpowered, unbeatable, and superhuman he may be.
I Call Upon the Night as Witness
The land around the shore had started splitting. Soon, Sawan’s home would split too. She had nowhere to go.
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