Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, June 28: She practices breathing the way the nurse at the hospital showed her, breathing in deep through her nose and holding the breath until her lungs flex with the urge to exhale, then breathing slowly until the air is thin between her lips. She hears the instructions in the nurse’s …

Reading Recommendation: “Madeleine,” Amal El-Mohtar

In honor of yesterday's Supreme Court's ruling in favor of marriage equality, today's reading recommendation comes from Lightspeed's Queers Destroy Science Fiction! special issue: Now: she is home, and leaning her head against her living room window at twilight, and something in the thrill of that blue and the cold of the glass against her …

I've been dipping in and out of Kelly Link's most recent short story collection Get in Trouble of late. I'm really enjoying it, but I've also found it quite challenging in subtle, surprising ways. I may have something to say about it eventually, but in the meantime, here's an excerpt from from the New York …

Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, June 21: It began in the middle of her back. Sometimes by the end of the day, every inch of her seemed to itch: her shoulders, her scalp, the little nascent hairs on the backs of her arms. She itched from fatigue—from the desire to be done with the day—and usually her …

Sunday Six

Six five sentences for Sunday, June 14: Sometimes she feels sure there is a room beyond the light. If she stares hard into that excruciating light, she can almost see the details—almost a room hospital white and agonizingly clean, almost someone standing there, almost, almost, but not quite. She wakes herself up, but for a …

Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, June 7: “Albie,” I say, “who do you think writes encyclopedias?” “Why does it matter who writes them?” I can tell he's getting impatient with me. “Do you think it’s one person who knows everything about everything in the world, or is it lots of people who only know a lot …