New issue! Kurt Hunt, Roshani Chokshi, Eleanor Arnason
Added 2015-12-07 22:48:02 +0000 UTCWelcome to December! Well, OK, most of you have presumably been in December for about a week at this point, but we've only just got here. It's a bit of a compressed month for us, because we only publish three issues (we skip the last week of the year), but have nearly the full complement of material. Kicking off with, this week, Eleanor Arnason's latest column, a poem by Roshani Chokshi, reviews, and Kurt Hunt's story "Tigerskin":
Blood iced within Ravi, slowing his limbs and curling him beneath the computer desk, his cheek flattened against the concrete floor. That's where the tiger found him, staring, piss-stink paralyzed. And that's where it ate him.
There was no blood, no stripping of meat off bones as an adult would expect of such an experience. This was a child's consumption, unshaped by understanding or preconception. Like climbing into a sleeping bag, a formless, all-encompassing black.
Enjoy!
-- Niall
