An excellent anthology of "dark fiction" by indigenous authors, Never Whistle at Night collects 27 short stories ranging from supernatural to man-made horrors. Whether it's Wendigos and poltergeists, or racism and other remnants of colonial oppression; horror fans of all stripes will find something here to keep them up at night and looking over their shoulder. Just don't soothe yourself by whistling if you find yourself alone in the dark. And remember, sometimes dead is better... (read less)

An excellent anthology of "dark fiction" by indigenous authors, Never Whistle at Night collects 27 short stories ranging from supernatural to man-made horrors. Whether it's Wendigos and poltergeists, or racism and other remnants of colonial oppression; horror fans of all stripes will find something here to keep them up at night and looking over their shoulder. Just don't soothe yourself (read more)

Picket Fence be Damned When searching for the ideal photograph of a domestic terrorist, it is doubtful that a matriarch represents such an image. Glitter is more than microplastic in disguise. Like McMansions, its superficial flash has the potential to shift attention away from what may be less glamorous. At first glance, life in White Hills perfectly aligns with all that Marissa, the featured protagonist, hoped to manifest. Accomplished by way of hypergamy, she is unaware that status exchange is an invisible and more prevalent form of discrimination. Isolated from her humble beginnings and bored with shopping and endless trips to the salon, Marissa struggles with making meaningful connections but is excited to learn that she is pregnant. Anxiety reminds her that being a childless couple was mutually agreed upon, yet she eagerly ambushes her husband, Andrew, at the local (good ole boys) club. A sports venue staffed with scantily clad waitresses, it is dark and becomes more unwelcoming after she allows her nationality to slip. A blistering critique of inherent evil, this character-driven tale of a trophy wife examines the threshold of desire and sacrifice. Readers are placed in the lead bumper car and bounced between assimilation and imposter syndrome until it is evident that the latter is the focused effect of the former. Written by Rebecca Roanhorse, a dual-race woman of Black and Ohkay Owingeh Pueblo descent, as part of the Never Whistle at Night Anthology, this tightly packed piece uses tension to subtly suggest that domestic violence is an offshoot of generational brutality and one aspect of colonization inherent in Western DNA. An allegorical tale of the horror that resides at home, it asks readers to contemplate the logic surrounding societal beliefs that marital unions between Caucasian men and minority women are a form of self-harm. Fans of Native American folklore will appreciate the depth of details. Readers faced with the daily challenges of vacillating between belonging and failure to belong may question whether cultural identity can be erased. Others may learn that relinquishing control is not the lesser of lack of control. Rating 5 of 5 stars (read less)

Picket Fence be Damned When searching for the ideal photograph of a domestic terrorist, it is doubtful that a matriarch represents such an image. Glitter is more than microplastic in disguise. Like McMansions, its superficial flash has the potential to shift attention away from what may be less glamorous. At first glance, life in White Hills perfectly aligns with all that Marissa, the (read more)