This issue features fiction from Canada, Pakistan, and Sweden, as well as reviews of media from Belgium and Spain.
Our Summer 2020 issue features three original short stories,
which hail from Canada, Pakistan, and Sweden. Michèle Laframboise’s
“Cousin Entropy” was originally written in French and appeared in Galaxies magazine. Our own associate
editor N. R. M. Roshak was won over by the siren’s call of literary translation
and helped us to share this far-flung space opera reminiscent of Liu Cixin’s
books with you, dear reader....
Sometimes I think that all God did to create our universe
was to burp it out, then let it inflate like a balloon.
In that first fraction of a second, the compressed matter of
His Burp sprayed out its offspring in waves....
I tried to lie still in my little sniper’s nest on the ruined tower. As I
waited sportingly for Abdul to finish his prayers, the Blurring’s stock numbed my
aching shoulder. With no mosques on Sunstrewn, Abdul was making do as he fell to
his knees for the fourth and last rakat
in prayer on the tumbling shell of an apartment block....
The Lethal Sun
A Review
of Into the Night (Netflix, May 2020)
In the
old days, they used to have something called B-movies. They were intended to accompany the A-movie,
the main attraction, in the double features that played in neighborhood movie
houses, before television came along and ate their lunch and closed them down. ...
On your
first birthday away, I got you a plant incubator. I wrapped it in jungle-green
paper and tied it twice, with an organic silk band the color of wild
strawberries. I put it beneath our bed, a corner sticking out, pushing up the
dust covers, for you to find when you returned....
This issue features fiction from Canada, Pakistan, and Sweden, as well as reviews of media from Belgium and Spain.
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Our Summer 2020 issue features three original short stories,
which hail from Canada, Pakistan, and Sweden. Michèle Laframboise’s
“Cousin Entropy” was originally written in French and appeared in Galaxies magazine. Our own associate
editor N. R. M. Roshak was won over by the siren’s call of literary translation
and helped us to share this far-flung space opera reminiscent of Liu Cixin’s
books with you, dear reader....
Sometimes I think that all God did to create our universe
was to burp it out, then let it inflate like a balloon.
In that first fraction of a second, the compressed matter of
His Burp sprayed out its offspring in waves....
I tried to lie still in my little sniper’s nest on the ruined tower. As I
waited sportingly for Abdul to finish his prayers, the Blurring’s stock numbed my
aching shoulder. With no mosques on Sunstrewn, Abdul was making do as he fell to
his knees for the fourth and last rakat
in prayer on the tumbling shell of an apartment block....
The Lethal Sun
A Review
of Into the Night (Netflix, May 2020)
In the
old days, they used to have something called B-movies. They were intended to accompany the A-movie,
the main attraction, in the double features that played in neighborhood movie
houses, before television came along and ate their lunch and closed them down. ...
On your
first birthday away, I got you a plant incubator. I wrapped it in jungle-green
paper and tied it twice, with an organic silk band the color of wild
strawberries. I put it beneath our bed, a corner sticking out, pushing up the
dust covers, for you to find when you returned....
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