Strange Horizons | August 2023 

Little by little, I bloomed: a single clocktower (there is a tower at the heart of every living city), no bigger than a blade of grass, with little dirt roads radiating from it; then tiny red-roofed houses and a neoclassical theatre and kiosks on every corner and markets and packs of stray dogs. [read online] 

Reviewed by: Maria Haskins, Charles Payseur (Locus)

Heartlines Spec | July 2023 

Amar never touched the pomegranates. If I ever bought one, I’d take it home like a dark secret and eat it when he wasn’t there. [read online]