Anna Griva

Jun 26, 2023 | samovar.strangehorizons.com | Elena Pavlova |Ernestas Parulskis |Anna Griva |Ali Aiman Mazwin

In this issue we explore memories lost and found, with stories and a poem encompassing the past and the future; about getting trapped in time; trying to reclaim it, and trying to escape it. She's old and she tattoos only things of the past. Her license is the oldest one. Her parlor is old, too, in the dead center of the ethnographic quarter. Тя е стара и татуира само стари неща. Лицензът ѝ е от най-старите. И студиото ѝ е старо, в етнографския квартал.

Jun 26, 2023 | samovar.strangehorizons.com | Anna Griva |Elena Pavlova |Ernestas Parulskis

Κοιτούσε τον ουρανόκι ήταν βέβαιοςότι είχε δίκιο ο Σταγειρίτης:οι πλανήτες είναιτέλειες σφαίρεςμια λάμψη του θεούπου στρέφεται απαλάμες στην αιώνια σιωπή. Κοιτούσε τον ουρανόμε μάτια γυμνάκαθώς έκανε θρύψαλατους φακούς και τα δίοπτρατα διάφανα τέραταπου τρέπουν το σύμπανσε πέτρες και σκόνη.

Jun 26, 2023 | samovar.strangehorizons.com | Anna Griva |Elena Pavlova |Ernestas Parulskis |Erofili Papadogia

He gazed up at the skyand was certainthat the Stagirianwas correct:the planets are perfect spheresa Godly shinerotatingin the eternal silence. He gazed up at the skywith naked eyessince he had shatteredthe lenses and eyepiecesthose transparent monsterswhich make the universeseem like rocks and dust.

Jun 26, 2023 | samovar.strangehorizons.com | Ernestas Parulskis |Elena Pavlova |Anna Griva |Kotryna Garanasvili

Content warning:This page contains: Death/dying SuicideThe expedition to Suwałki didn’t exactly work out. It didn’t pay off and it was morally detrimental. Expenses will need to be calculated. They might have saved a few euros, yes, but right now there was little motivation to assess the balance. Vanda’s husband had been sulking ever since they left Kaufland on a late Saturday afternoon, the last shop on their list. His displeasure was caused by a seemingly trivial incident.

Jun 18, 2023 | strangehorizons.com | Christi Nogle |Elena Pavlova |Ernestas Parulskis |Anna Griva

Mom and Dad spent November deep-cleaning the house and stocking up on every little thing we might want to eat. Glass canisters stood full of pasta, rice, beans, and nuts. Every kind of jarred and canned good crowded the pantry shelves. On the counter, outrageous displays of fruits, vegetables, bread, cakes (a white, a chocolate, and the pineapple that was my favorite), fruit pies and pudding pies, boxes of candies and plates of cookies.