When the heir becomes a daughter…

In the corner once stacked with torture tools / Now stands the curving sofa like a snake / In velvet blue.

When my mother texts me now, she doesn’t ask how I am. She asks if I can send money for groceries.

Alt: a woman wearing a pink headband and a white shirt looks down

Beneath the necrotic oak / the Death / Caps flourish their flesh-umbrellaed skulls

For February, The Sunday Morning Transport brings you stories by Jennifer Hudak, John Chu, Carrie Vaughn, and Marie Brennan.

A harp made of bones, they say, will only ever play a single song. Haunting, my listeners called my melody, and beautiful. My fingers glided over the sinuous strings and my voice, the harp’s voice,…

From a collection set in a landfill to an author’s cultural exploration of a critically endangered species, these books celebrate Earth and mourn its destruction.

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