The first time I saw you, you laced up your skates, adjusted your knee mods, and I was just another unremarkable face as you fluttered to the ice. My mother snapped at me to watch you, but it was like...

Strange Horizons stands with immigrants in the US facing these conditions.

This poem was written in response to the LandBack movement and as part of the brainstorming process for my unpublished cli-fi novel The Everwhen.

We Build a Home - call for submissions Call for submissions for illustrations and short comics of max. 3 pages* about stories of what a home might mean to someone in the context of being queer. > SU...

A conversation with George Retes, an Army veteran swept up in a California raid