They/them. PhD student. My speculative fiction is in @UncannyMagazine, @NightmareMag, @LightspeedMag, @PodCastle_org + other places. Rep: Caitlin Blasdell.
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![Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi Do not care if you just arrive in your skeleton. Would love to take a walk with you. Miss you. Would love to make you shrimp saganaki. Like you used to make me when you were alive. Love to feed you. Sit over steaming bowls of pilaf. Little roasted tomatoes covered in pepper and nutmeg. Miss you. Would love to walk to the post office with you. Bring the ghost dog. We’ll walk past the waterfall and you can tell me about the after. Wish you. Wish you would come back for a while. Don’t even need to bring your skin sack. I’ll know you. I know you will know me even though. I’m bigger now. Grayer. I’ll show you my garden. I’d like to hop in the leaf pile you raked but if you want to jump in? I’ll rake it for you. Miss you standing looking out at the river with your rake in your hand. Miss you in your puffy blue jacket. [ran out of space. poem also here: https://tinyurl.com/missyoupoem]](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GkV9Rz2XMAANV0Q.png?name=orig)
ALT Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi Do not care if you just arrive in your skeleton. Would love to take a walk with you. Miss you. Would love to make you shrimp saganaki. Like you used to make me when you were alive. Love to feed you. Sit over steaming bowls of pilaf. Little roasted tomatoes covered in pepper and nutmeg. Miss you. Would love to walk to the post office with you. Bring the ghost dog. We’ll walk past the waterfall and you can tell me about the after. Wish you. Wish you would come back for a while. Don’t even need to bring your skin sack. I’ll know you. I know you will know me even though. I’m bigger now. Grayer. I’ll show you my garden. I’d like to hop in the leaf pile you raked but if you want to jump in? I’ll rake it for you. Miss you standing looking out at the river with your rake in your hand. Miss you in your puffy blue jacket. [ran out of space. poem also here: https://tinyurl.com/missyoupoem]
ALT Fotografía de Premee Mohamed en la que mira a cámara con una media sonrisa en los labios. Tiene el pelo negro ondulado por los hombros y los ojos grandes y marrones. Viste una camiseta morada y un cárdigan azul oscuro.
ALT This article argues that Vandana Singh’s postcolonial short story “Somadeva: A Sky River Sutra” (2010) employs the anachronistic chronotope of the time loop in order to explore nonlinear, heterogenous temporalities and challenge imperialist paradigms of time, history, science, and death. The short story theorizes speculation as a collective endeavor fueled by a dialectic of hope and disappointment, an endeavor that encompasses both literary and academic work. Drawing on postcolonial studies’ questioning of temporality and history, I investigate how “Somadeva: A Sky River Sutra” interrogates the assumptions underlying the subject/object relation. Then I bring Wai Chee Dimock’s concept of “statistical kinship” into dialogue with Singh’s work, exploring how the short story’s reconfiguration of death and failure gestures toward a potent yet controversial ethos of non-hegemonic universality.
