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i can’t be trusted / around my own blood / say garden / say grotesquerie / say yes / laboratory / lobotomy baby / before i was a body pillow / i was a god / grieving the summers i spent / in the hot mouths of men / brilliant flashes of teeth / before nothing / skirt hiked up higher / and higher in every parallel universe / say / wind-up girl / why must you rewire your scent / to suit their tastes / tinfoil / tuna / tantalizing / bones blown into chandeliers / see my other selves / trapped in some mad scientist’s electromagnetic field / of flowers / o avant-pop princess / o oracle / artificial bride / anna may / she-machine / recalibrating the speed / of your body’s rot /  i can’t be trusted / not to crack open my own circuitry / to mark the skin / with another woman’s bite / to cry / only when there’s a man in the room / to watch me / sucking in my cyborg stomach / on the empty stage / metal scraping metal scraping skin / tectonic touch / my eyes / any color you want / orbiting yours / eyes that orphan mine / my body hacked up / into parts / say pearl / say grain of rice / i’m aching all that’s left / of my half-lidded lifetime / let’s touch / base / no flesh / but steel dyed the shade / of spider lilies / lurching all of me onto the train / returning home /  o dark unforgiven imagination



Stephanie Chang (she/they) is an undergraduate student at Kenyon College, where she received the $60,000 S. Georgia Nugent Award in Creative Writing. Her work appears or is forthcoming in The Rumpus, Adroit Journal, Offing, Penn Review, Waxwing, and Asian American Writers’ Workshop. She is the Editor-in-Chief of the OROTONE Journal.
Current Issue
16 Mar 2026

The garden is the resting place of your vulnerabilities; there’s a reason you’ve left them here instead of carrying them with you. Typically you enter hardened and hurried, beelining straight for the correct plot and quickly releasing whatever is clutched in your hand without a second thought—today, an attempted weaving of leather and lace, strength and suppleness that your body cannot figure out how to wear, nor your words to narrate.
If you say there are rats, I will believe you, though I don’t hear or see them.
A ruffling of branches as they resettle for the night. We dare not ask why they are here.
Spec Fic and the Politics of Identity 
As part of a collective of African writers who have created an Afrocentric Sauútiverse of five planets, two suns and a spirit moon, a world of science and fantasy, where there is no written language, we play with technology and sound magic to scrutinise the world as we know it, and use speculative fiction as a response to our world. 
Friday: When Among Crows and To Clutch a Razor by Veronica Roth 
Issue 9 Mar 2026
By: Lio Abendan
Podcast read by: Jenna Hanchey
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2 Mar 2026
Strange Horizons invites non-fiction submissions for our March 30 special issue on “Fungi in SFF.”
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By: Natasha King
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