Hush, little baby, little kumquat, little bird. Ming–tian is sleeping. She has pruned the bitter melon vines and swept the porch while dancing with a broom. She has chased away the good luck fishes in the pond, where she has lost her shoe.
Read MoreThe Binding of Ming-tianOnce, among the indigo mountains of Germany, there was a kingdom of blue-eyed men and women whose blood was tinged blue with cold. The citizens were skilled in clockwork, escapements, and piano manufacture, and the clocks and pianos of that country were famous throughout the world.
Read MoreIlse, Who Saw ClearlyOver the weekend of April 5th – April 7th, I was the publisher guest of honor at the annual Conglomeration media convention held in Louisville, Kentucky. I had a great time, of course. Who wouldn’t enjoy being toted around on a sedan chair by a group of like-minded geeks?
Read MoreWords from the PublisherWelcome to issue 48 of Apex Magazine.
Emily Jiang’s “The Binding of Ming–tian” sketches the tension of between art and family expectations. E. Lily Yu’s “Ilse, Who Saw Clearly” takes us on a journey of perception, love, and struggle.
Read MoreBlood on Vellum: Notes from the Editor-in-ChiefPeople who know me as the editor of Goblin Fruit, a poetry quarterly dedicated to fantastical poetry, might find it odd to see me writing a defense of science fiction poetry. Fantasy and Science Fiction have such a long and storied history of being on opposite sides of a gendered binary, after all.
Read MoreScience Fiction Poetry: Worlds of PotentialWhat do authors M.L.N. Hanover, James S.A. Corey, and Daniel Abraham have in common? Well…actually, they all share–at least in part–the writing chops and creative mind of Daniel Abraham.
Read MoreAn Interview with Daniel AbrahamThere weren’t many three-bedroom houses that a single woman could afford. 1532 Lachmont Drive was an exception. Built in the 1930s from masonry block, it sat in the middle of a line of houses that had once been very similar to it.
Read MoreHurt MeMy love is a river. My love is a brink. My love is the brink of an underground river. My love’s arms ripple like rivers in the moonlight when he unlocks the garden gate.
Read MoreDawn and the MaidenAs soon as she opens the door of the bedroom, I jump up and down on the bed in excitement. All day I’ve been lying here, watching the square of sunlight drift slowly across the room. But this is when I come alive.
Read MoreBuild-A-Dolly