Eleanna Castroianni

Aug 6, 2024 | uncannymagazine.com | Eleanna Castroianni |Clockpunk Studios

On this island, women wait. It’s what they were made to do. Each morning, the sun warms the white-and-blue houses and, soft-boiled eggs, the doors crack. One by one the women trot out, sit on cattail stools outside their doors. Hair neatly tucked under headscarves, needlelace dancing between their fingers, banter and song flying around. Many a tourist has walked this cobbled street and seen them like this, sun-kissed and picture-perfect, lightly wrapped in viscous Mediterranean mystique.

Jun 6, 2024 | clarkesworldmagazine.com | Eleanna Castroianni |Kate Baker

Our first podcast for April is “The Lark Ascending” written by Eleanna Castroianni and read by Kate Baker. Podcast: Play in new window | Download (24.2MB)Subscribe Apple Podcasts | Spotify | Pandora | iHeartRadio | Podchaser | TuneIn | Deezer | RSS | More Eleanna Castroianni is a writer, poet and nomadic subject.

Apr 2, 2024 | podcastle.org | Eleanna Castroianni |Kaitlyn Zivanovich |Kat Kourbeti |Clockpunk Studios

[ 4721 words ] Author : Eleanna Castroianni Narrator : Kat Kourbeti Host : Matt Dovey Audio Producer : Devin Martin Discuss on ForumsPodCastle 833: This Wooden Heart is a PodCastle original. Content warnings for death and references to war and genocide. Podcast: Play in new window | Download (Duration: 46:21 — 64.1MB)Subscribe: Apple Podcasts | Spotify | Pandora | RSS by Eleanna CastroianniIt starts with a seed in your grandfather’s beard.

Apr 1, 2024 | clarkesworldmagazine.com | Eleanna Castroianni

They even took the violins. Every last one of them: Amadeus, Josephine, Mulberry, Nestor. They came into the house through the front door, guests without a host, a peculiar band of invited thieves. Plugged into my power station as a seemingly unthreatening household device, I watched them as they ransacked a life. They chatted and joked while scrubbing every nook and cranny, erasing every trace of Papa. They worked fast and efficiently.

Jun 20, 2023 | fantasy-magazine.com | Christie Yant |Eleanna Castroianni

Please see our important Publisher’s Note following this month’s Editorial that has important information about a new threat to the survival of all SF/F/H magazines. Your grandmother was made of paper. Millimeter-thin, she could slip inand out of closed doors, unnoticed. She could be written on with inkthen crumpled up and tossedinside a bin. Sometimes, when lucky,she would be cut in pieces. Or left to yellowbeside a Virgin’s icon and a cross.