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ISSUE 13: CONTRIBUTORS
Priya Sarukkai Chabria, Theodore Singer, Vanessa Fogg, H. Pueyo, Donna J. W. Munro, Hannah Frankel, Yilin Wang, Lynne Sargent, Mack W. Mani, Adele Gardner, Mary Soon Lee, Mari Ness, Ishita Singh, Gautam Bhatia, Chaitanya Murali, D. P. Singh, Tarun K. Saint, Rajat Chaudhuri and Jvalant Nalin Sampat
ART by John Glover
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Ishita Singh “All true knowing is mutual…”: Notes on Vandana Singh’s Ambiguity Machines and Other Stories
Gautam Bhatia A Delicate Magic: Iona Datt Sharma’s Not For Use in Navigation
Chaitanya Murali Avatar: An English-Italian Anthology of Contemporary Science Fiction from India
D. P. Singh Science Fiction Writings in Punjabi: The Contemporary Scenario

B. Clifford: An Elegy
Red earth and yellow sun and blood pouring out my mouth. Crisp oceans and pale eyes and a calligraphed smile on your lips. There was poison in your bones even then wiring fraying inside the honeycomb labyrinth, a minotaur stalking your blueing arteries. I don't know...
Brendan McBreen: where are you, / Nessie?
where are you, Nessie Nessie? submerged in endless doubt traveling the Paleolithic and and back between camera clicks just missed? are you in cardboard model heaven? forward looking sonared to distraction tired of the limelight tired of doubters and fakers the...
Ken Poyner: Puppy Love
I will never meet Molly: Her slender three-sixty rotating arms, Her arch-sway thundering legs, her Incline balance to forty-five degrees. I will never sit across from her Trying half the night to figure The loop modulus in her blink pattern, The keywords that elicit a...
Dreams & Delusions
"Literature can train, and exercise, our ability to weep for those who are not us or ours." — Susan Sontag Eight years ago, I was super excited about Obama’s election. I was a twenty-something copyeditor then, working for an American newspaper. Over the years,...
Ajapa Sharma – Calcutta: An Ode to an Unborn Life
Damp vapor engulfs my existence; the heat runs up to my ears. The city is a hallucination, dizzy with excess life – churning my stomach into a violent nausea. In the night, somewhere in the back yard, small lives hum and buzz, jackfruits drop – plop, burst open, and...
Priya Sharma: Egg
I consider my egg; its speckled pattern, its curves, strange weighting and remarkable calcium formation that’s both delicate and robust. It hurts but I’m determined. The old hag promised. I put my egg inside me. — Hot water soothes my skin. It plasters my hair to my...
Isha Karki — “Even When We Go to the Stars”: The Burning Light in Mary Anne Mohanraj’s The Stars Change Universe
The Stars Change by Mary Anne Mohanraj | Goodreads Mary Anne Mohanraj’s sci-fi novella The Stars Change (2013) is set on planet Kriti, historically colonized by a group of wealthy Indians from Old Earth, now inhabited by a mixed population of humans, humods...
Ng Yi-Sheng: No Other City
Listen: next Monday at 4.30pm, Singapore will disappear. The entire island, its earth and earthworks, its rivers and reservoirs, its megamalls and museums, will vanish, poof, like so much gun smoke. Its flora and fauna too: its orchards and orioles, its rain trees and...
Niyati Bhat — Unstoppable Women, Nightmarish Cities: Asian Horror Cinema
A still from A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night In Asian Cinema, the genre of horror acquires more political and volatile language than any other. There are larger themes such as identity crisis, violence against women, struggles with sexual orientation and political...
Mark James Russell: Samjogo and the Vengeful Stories
When Samjogo descended from the Heavens, it was the first time in six months he had set foot on solid ground. He had never expected to be gone so long, but helping a star recover his wealth and save his family had grown much more complicated than he expected. Samjogo...
Charles Tan: A Retrospective on Filipino-Chinese Speculative Fiction
It is probably easier to talk about Filipino-Chinese (or Chinese-Filipino?) Speculative Fiction literature than the context surrounding it. While not exactly a translation project, what best encapsulates the situation are the words of Antony Shugaar on the craft of...
Isha Karki: Rooting
Branches jut towards us, splinters scrape our skin and sap leaks from bark split open, coating the curves of our shoulders, pooling in the dips of our clavicle. The forest anoints us. We can’t see through the curtain of leaves; we part our way with batons. A decade...
Anil Menon: Shit Flower
In its underground cavern, cathedral-like with its glittering spears of light and rust-stained barrel vaults, Goose continued to do what it had done for over five decades: route sludge water in the temple city of Mumbai. It was 3:04 AM IST, 2089 AD. Goose cared little...
Dean Francis Alfar: The New Daughter
When the boy inevitably grew up, married and moved away with his own growing family, the toymaker decided to make a girl. He did it this time in secret, afraid of what his neighbors would think, fearing the potential unjust accusation of prurience when all he wanted...
David S. Golding: Give and Receive
The school grounds held few secrets, for they swirled with voices eager to tell and retell, but beyond the outside wall and across the train tracks there was a hidden place. Ana found it one day after classes. She was on her way to buy coconut oil for her mother when...