Cecilia Caballero

Feb 23, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Vivian Wagner |Kathy Chao |Cecilia Caballero |Jay Gomez

How to Navigate Our Universe is a collection of speculative poetry by Mary Soon Lee which plays with the notion that planets might have personalities, moons might have jealousies, and the universe itself might be understood by examining its neighborhoods. All of its poems seek to bring the vast unknowability of the universe down to size by anthropomorphizing, describing, and categorizing it in ways that humans might be able to comprehend.

Feb 19, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | William Shaw |Cecilia Caballero |Jay Gomez |Kathy Chao

The dedication of Green Fuse Burning reads “For all those in the swamplands.” This line, like most of this debut novella from acclaimed poet Tiffany Morris, has multiple meanings. The book is literally for those in the swamplands, in that its protagonist, artist Rita Francis, is a member of the Mi’kmaq people indigenous to North America’s Northeastern Woodlands, an area including a lot of wetlands. But it’s also for those who inhabit more metaphorical swamplands.

Feb 19, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Cecilia Caballero |Kathy Chao |Jay Gomez |William Shaw

When I saw the Acapulco port for The first time I saw stone and Bone in ocean They were there And they are still Here, rising in My throat A dark matter That stays A dark matter That calls my Name, a llanto I heard this time I wanted to run From the terror On the projector From the classroom I wanted to run, go, NOW Past the building Named after a Eugenicist where I Taught students about Black people in Latin America, where my Ancestors were anchored On a screen I wanted to run Far away from...

Feb 19, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Kathy Chao |Heather McDougal |Cecilia Caballero |Jay Gomez

We must confess that back then Father had us too overawed to question anything. It was difficult not to be—Father had that quality. Short of stature, wide of waist, midway through thirty and already stooped and wrinkled as a prune, he nonetheless radiated. Like a fire in a cave, like the sun at high noon. (Of course he was not really our father, being a eunuch, but we’d called him Father half our lives, and that was what we continued to call him long after.

Feb 19, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Jay Gomez |Kathy Chao |Cecilia Caballero |William Shaw

Theory #2: Experiography is not cinema. It is not writing; it is not poetry or fiction. Experiography is not art. Experiography is not history. Roger Williams’ boy slave wears the little red cloth around his neck,standing in a horde of children and mothers in June 1637, in 2068,in the Brown University Experiography Lab. The fathers were drowned yesterday. Ask Stoughton and he’ll tell you it was the quickestway to feed them to the fishes. Theory #6: The experiographer is an academic.