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February 2014 ISSUE

And Wash Out by Tides of War

Our third piece of audio fiction for February is “And Wash Out by Tides of War” written by An Owomoyela and read by Kate Baker.

 
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February 2014 ISSUE

And Wash Out by Tides of War

I am sitting at the top of the spire of the Observance of the War, one of three memorials equidistant from the Colony Center. The soles of my runners’ grips are pressed against the spire’s composite, their traction engineered at a microscopic level. But I’m not going to push off. I’m 180 meters up, and [...]

June 2012 ISSUE

If the Mountain Comes

Our second piece of audio fiction for June is “If the Mountain Comes” written by An Owomoyela and read by Kate Baker.

 
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June 2012 ISSUE

If the Mountain Comes

François and Papa were outside, discussing what to do if the water rose. I was in, scrubbing blood from the walls with a palmful of sand.
That was the summer Enah came to our village. He’d led a donkey, and the donkey pulled a cart with tools, a flowering lilac, and a barrel of fresh water. [...]

July 2011 ISSUE

Frozen Voice

Our second piece of audio fiction for July is “Frozen Voice” written by An Owomoyela and read by Kate Baker.

 
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July 2011 ISSUE

Frozen Voice

They’ve made us speak Hlerig.
They’ve made us wrestle sounds slippery as fish or burly as bears through our throats. They’ve made us stumble through conversations, even human-to-human, that we can hardly say. We can’t pronounce our names. They named me Ulrhegmk, which in Hlerig means little mountain thing.
My mother [...]