Goodbye, 2011. You were full of adventures through mystical labyrinths, virtual worlds, asteroid belts, massive cities, and intimate gardens.
Read MoreBlood on Vellum: Notes from the Apex EditorJennifer Pelland has twice been nominated for the Nebula Award for short fiction. Her first collection, Unwelcome Bodies, was released by Apex in 2008. Her debut novel, Machine, will be out in late December, 2011.
Read MoreInterview with Jennifer PellandWho doesn’t enjoy snuggling up with loved ones around the holidays and enjoying a good scifi/fantasy/horror movie? No hands up? Good, then I’m in the right magazine.
Read MoreJingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Genre All the WayOf all the curators at the Samuel Mather Parrington Museum, I liked Michael Overton the least. He was a loud, bustling, back-slapping man, red-faced and brash and quite, quite stupid.
Read MoreThe Yellow Dressing GownI’m not a music person. Father has all sorts of things in the house that can still play, and he listens to them on occasion, but I never cared. I have no need of borrowed emotions; my own are more than enough for me.
Read MoreFaithful CityMy little brother Joe grew up too fast for his own good. My mom was the first to see what we were in for. Soon after Joe’s birth, when the nurse put him in her arms, the first thing he did, still pink and slimy, was smile the gummy, wry smile of a little old man.
Read MoreThe 24 Hour BrotherWinter is a challenging time. While I’m not a fan of being cold, I like the sense of renewal that comes with bracing winds and clean snow that covers up the yard work I neglected to complete from the fall. It feels like a clean slate.
Read MoreBlood on Vellum: Notes from the Apex Editor-in-ChiefDagmar was doomed to run. Feet in stiff, new trail shoes flexing, hitting. The sharp ache of each stride in knees no longer accustomed to the pressure.
Read MoreThe Leavings of the WolfIn a sea of long grass and tiny yellow blueberry flowers some ways off of Route 1, just about halfway between Cobscook Bay and Passamaquoddy Bay, the town of Sauve-Majeure puts up its back against the Bald Moose Mountains.
Read MoreThe Bread We Eat in Dreams