'We Palestinians Are Not Going Away' is a zine made up of first-person accounts of the war / genocide in Gaza, Palestine.
Download it (it's free), print it and distribute it āØ
Available to download from the Little Zine Revolution site: lzr.life/zine/we-pale...
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I'm so grateful and honored to be in Reckoning's special issue!! Maraming salamat po!!
New from IT WAS PARADISE, our special issue on war and conflict edited by @soniasulaiman.bsky.social, "In the Video: A Woman with Her Newborn [Content Warning]" by Bahar Davoudi, a poem that goes incredibly hard affirming life in the face of violence reckoning.press/in-the-video...
Cover for RECKONING: IT WAS PARADISE, featuring an illustration by MonĆca Robles Corzo of a monstrous face with multiple sets of curving horns, exposed brain matter, serpents encircling and gorging the eyes, two sets of fanged mouths, and a warhead emerging in place of a tongue.
IT WAS PARADISE, our long-awaited special issue on war and conflict in environmental justice, is out today in ebook form, and the print edition is up for preorder! Edited by @soniasulaiman.bsky.social and with (terrifying) war monster art by @monarobot.bsky.social! reckoning.press/it-was-parad...
". I say itās a horse story, but more accurately, itās my twisted take on a mythical creature, the qilin. I owe a lot to khÅrĆ©Åās editor-in-chief, Zhui Ning Chang, for taking a chance on me all those years ago. For her expertise, for their kind and thorough approach to editing. For helping me figure out the writer I want to be. RAIN FIRE CLOUD was one of my first acceptances into a speculative fiction magazine."
it's a horse story because I said so
ę°å¹“åæ«ęØ! š§§ Happy Year of the Fire Horse. This is my story about a mechanical horse that loves arson and revolution š„free text and audio available @khoreo.bsky.social issue 3.4
I'm obsessed with that cover..... so grateful to be part of the ToC!! āļø
thanks for the cool recs!!
In this weekās @strangehorizons.bsky.social, one of my favourite pieces Iāve edited this year ā on orientalism from Star Trek to Game of Thrones.
Photon Torpedoes Break the Space Muqarnas: SFF Audiovisuals and Anti-Muslim Violence,ā by Tanvir Ahmed ā
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get XANAX HAMSTER!!! sick ass zines by @frombeyondpress.bsky.social š„ frombeyondpress.com/product/xana...
Hey hey hey, SH has a call for Indigenous submissions.
And I would like to read more Southeast Asian Indigenous writers!
If you are Dayak, Iban, Murut, Orang Asli - please submit!
Also I would like to see more Asian Indigenous:
Taiwanese aborigines.
Ainu.
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super happy and grateful that people have read "Ticket po mamser." I remember being worried about writing some of the dialogue in Tagalog. It must have been gibberish to everyone else but I'm just glad I got the chance to do something like this
Pots! Youāre going to need three. One over your head, worn like a helmet, of course. One over your backāa big pot, preferably, so you can do like a turtle and pull your limbs in to safety. That much should about cover your bases. Why the third pot, you ask? Well, thereās no easy way to say this, kid. Better if you never need a third pot, better if you never know what to use it for. But look, you have to catch the rainwater when it falls from the skies. Just think about the rain. Only the rain.
just please tell me you understand kiddo #Peacetober2025 Day 10: Pots
I remember my puppy named Blackie. It was the largest of its siblings, with white fur and few brown spots on its face, shoulders, rump. One day, all the puppies in the litter started fighting each other. First, they ganged up on the youngest, littlest puppy. When they were all bloodied red, they turned on the eldest. I never petted Blackieās soft head, not even once. The puppies laid on concrete, because it was too hot out in the tropics. I remember the smell of a rotting corpse. A mangled puppy, buried under rubble. The flies swarmed spotted, white fur.
Day 9: Black #Peacetober
am honored to be in such great company!! Thank you so much for reading š»
Hi, little bee. Come in, come in. Donāt be afraid. Whatās your name? There is room for you too, right here, in this tiny house of metal, filled with shrapnel instead of honeycomb walls. We are cousins, you and I. We like to sit and hide from danger. Out there, the world is too loud. We can hear them, still. This house is not forever, little bee, youāre brave enough to know. Perhaps one day, in another life, weāll share sticky honey with a bear cub. Perhaps we will live in a proper house, warm and soft. Someday, we will.
Day 7: Bee #Peacetober2025 š
Wake up, you children of the wilds. A thousand knives are falling from the sky, raining iron over earth. See, the mountains bleed, sliced apart. Cry if you must, but do not sleep to the shrieking lullaby, their songs of steel and booming voices. Lift your heads. Clench your teeth. You are beasts with ravenous mouths. In the dark, your eyes flash white and hot. You must not run. You must not hide. Catch a shooting star atop your back and wish for death upon the storm, whose hands wield bolts of lightning, sharp and pointed. Be strong, fearless, free.
My drabble entry for #Peacetober Day 5: Fierce
(1/?) š§µ I'm doing #Peacetober2025 a daily artivism challenge run by @/CoffeesForGaza on IG with their prompt list www.instagram.com/p/DOz9c_9iEl0/
CFG is running #Peacetober again this year, an awareness-raising artivism initiative to help drive funds for the 25 families the collective is supporting.
Artists, writers, crafters, if you're looking for an October project, consider joining. More info here:
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congrats rukman !!š„³
Why translate from Taiwanese to Gaelic and back again? Here, @drhannahstevens.bsky.social and I try to give an answer on #Taiwan Insight.
Do read the other essays in this special issue as well (from Elissa Hunter-Dorans and Lisa MacDonald, with the final one soon to land from Naomi SĆm).
This is Day 25. I got up from bed and went out through the front door. Still in my pajamas which, in the tropics, that means a thin shirt, short shorts. A group of people were sitting across the street, blaring the ugliest music in the world from huge stereo speakers. Every morning, like clockwork, splitting my head open. I almost couldnāt sew my skull together this morning. I grabbed my axe and smashed the stereo into pieces. The noise died into blissful silenceā¦ They watched me through eyeless sockets. Hollow, gaunt faces. Before they could get me, I ran back into my house and bolted the door.
Two months ago a car nearly pancaked me to death. This is Day 25 of #1000DaysOfDrabble, so in each drabble I write about an unnamed narrator who escapes cruel and unusual and silly deaths, over and over.
I hate to clog your feed. I'll be moving them to my personal blog! keyboardcrumb.wordpress.com
You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose.
khÅrĆ©Å is an amazing magazine dedicated to sffh from diaspora folks. their stories are beautiful, haunting, gutwrenching, unforgettable
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yes you are in for a treat !! Makima is gorgeous. assassins arc is crazy btw
I think you would def like it š War Devil appears in Part Two (chapters 90+) but Part One alone is insane for doing Gun Devil
cc'ing all author and artist friends! you can donate things like manuscript critiques or signed art prints too. I donated a couple critiques and sensitivity reads
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