It’s like twice this big now, so this is literally a snippet of it.

Thanks to Tade Thompson and a weird pic he posted on Facebook.


Somewhere in downtown Toronto, a homeless man had shoes whose soles were flapping. A stranger, seeing this, pointed to them, smiling, saying he had talking shoes. The homeless man didn’t question when the soles started closing up of their own accord. But, then, around his bare ankles, with ashy, dry skin, there appeared teeth. Suddenly fearful, he took them off. There begins the tale of the man who had shoes who could not only talk, but sing for his supper. He started to think this was a sign, and maybe now, this time, it wouldn’t be so hard to move out of the streets… see his grown daughter, who had disowned him, his grandchildren…

Tade Thompson’s “Making Wolf” featured over at Scalzi’s The Big Idea

The Big Idea: Tade Thompson Over at John Scalzi’s popular blog, Whatever:-

At its heart, crime fiction is about the social contract. We agree to live in peace with one another, and if someone comes along who won’t play nice, we sanction them. We use crime fiction to tell ourselves that no matter what happens, if someone breaks the contact, we will find the person and break them. This doesn’t happen all the time in real life, but we would like to believe it does, and so we tell ourselves stories about it.

Making Wolf is one of those stories.



On The Guardian article titled “Get Real Terry Pratchett Is Not A Literary Genius”:-

Kari Maaren:- “I am going to write an entire article crapping all over an author whose work I have never read, though I’m obviously an expert on him because I skimmed through one of his books in a bookstore once and found the prose pedestrian. Clearly, this author wrote nothing but trash and never had anything worthwhile to say. Why aren’t we all reading Jane Austen and Gabriel Garcia Marquez? I refuse to accept that anyone might find value in Pratchett AND Austen. It’s obvious that the latter produces only the most thrilling prose and the former only absolute garbage that is turning our brains into mush. The only reason you disagree with me is that you are part of the uncultured mob that is going to destroy the human race. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find a moody novel written in the present tense about a middle-aged man painfully coming to terms with his own mortality. Toodles.”

This sort of wit  comes to Kari a TAD more easily than the rest of us; she provides hilarious interludes avec ukelele at ChiSeries’ monthly readings, and is nominated for a Pegasus Award for Best Filk Song (“Being Watson”), and Best Writer/Composer:-


How Abyss & Apex fared in the 2015 Hugo voting: The Numbers

2015 Hugo Awards Semiprozine presentation

Best Semiprozine Nomination numbers (660 ballots)
229 votes: Intergalactic Medicine Show edited by Edmund R. Schubert 34.7 % (Withdrawn)
159 votes: Lightspeed Magazine edited by John Joseph Adams, Stefan Rudnicki, Rich Horton, Wendy N. Wagner, and Christie Yant 24.1%
152 votes: Strange Horizons edited by Niall Harrison 23.0%
111 votes: Abyss & Apex edited by Wendy S. Delmater 16.8 %

100 votes Andromeda Spaceways In-Flight Magazine Edited by David Kernot & Sue Bursztynski 15.2%
94 votes: Beneath Ceaseless Skies Edited by Scott H. Andrews 14.2%
84 votes: The Book Smugglers Ana Grilo, Thea James 12.7 %
49 votes: Interzone Andy Cox 7.4%
39 votes: Pornokitsch Anne C. Perry and Jared Shurin 5.9%

38 votes: Apex Magazine Jason Sizemore 5.8 %
38 votes: Clarkesworld Magazine Neil Clarke 5.8 %
30 votes: Apex John Joseph Adams 4.5 % 30
30 votes: Goblin Fruit Amal El-Mohtar and Caitlyn Paxson 4.5 %
29 Votes: Crossed Genres Bart R. Leib and Kay T. Holt 4.4%
29 votes: Sci Phi Journal Jason Rennie 4.4% 26
26 votes: Escape Pod Norm Sherman 3.9%



In fact our total is almost their combined total…

My Piece, “The Sweater”, is going to be published in The Malahat Review!

My piece “The Sweater” will be in The Malahat Review’s theme issue “Elusive Boundaries: Mapping Creative Nonfiction in Canada.”

I owe this to Nalo Hopkinson, who helped me take this to the next level. But I especially owe this to Nisi Shawl, without whom this would just be a 250-word piece in my diary…

I think the best way to talk about this is to relate what happened earlier this morning and yesterday.

So as I was passing the office of my building’s superintendent yesterday (after screaming and bouncing and muppetflailing etc. all over my apartment), I told him the good news.

This morning, as I was coming back from putting out the garbage, he was about to go through a door on the first floor. He stayed there, watching me, smiling.

“What ya smilin’ ’bout…?” I asked as I approached, smiling myself.

“Good for you. Progress, progress.”

This guy’s seen me at my worst; and in a way, I chronicled this in “The Sweater”. As I told him, waiting for the elevator, and he nodded, knowingly, me ticking topics off: it’s about not having money, sacrificing what you have just to get something nice; going to the food bank; being mentally ill; worrying if a guy’ll ever accept you; not having enough or the best supports; being alone; wondering where the light in the tunnel will go as you enter old age.

All in 1,400 words.

It’s like, the shortest thing I’ve ever written. My genre shit tends to be LONG.

As I told him, walking into the elevator, “At least I can write… at least I can write…”

[EDIT: Wendy Delmater was in integral part of the process, too. She’s mentoring me in all aspects of my writing, and so assumed to be a given my myself (NOT PRESUMED/TAKEN FOR GRANTED!) I don’t even think…. She saw it at its inception, through its many iterations, helped with the painstaking integration of lyrics, then their extrusion (Oh, GOD!) to find something Public Domain…


Pulled from

The way that racism operates aesthetically is to neglect or, in extreme cases, erase whoever is not white. In the 1950s, for example, Kodak measured and calibrated skin tones in still photography using a reference card featuring “Shirley,” a white model dressed in high-contrast clothing. Ultimately, Shirley ended up being the standard for image processing in North American photography labs. It didn’t matter if the photo in question contained entirely black people; Shirley’s complexion was still treated as the ideal.

Kodak’s film was so bad at capturing the different hues and saturations of black skin that when director Jean Luc Godard was sent on an assignment to Mozambique in 1977, he flat-out refused to use Kodak on the grounds that its stock was “racist.” Only when the candy and furniture industries began complaining that they couldn’t accurately shoot dark chocolate and brown wood furniture did Kodak start to improve its technology.

— Morgan Jerkins, The Quiet Racism of Instagram Filters

Why you won’t see affordable housing being planned.

Pulled this gem from the article “Why Your Rent Is So High and Your Pay Is So Low by Tom Streithorst

If they wanted to drive down rents, government could fund the construction of public housing, as they did during the Golden Age. More quality housing would increase its stock, and with supply rising to meet demand, prices would fall. This would be great for young renters, bad for middle-aged property owners, bad for banks. Thus it is not likely to happen.