Tuesday, August 19, 2014

A is for Apocalypse: it's happening now

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So this is finally it. We are having the apocalypse now. The funny thing is, I was expecting zombies at least, people who died and just came back to life, maybe pursuing a somewhat irregular diet, but this? I think the black hats are worse.

So here's what's happening: there are people with black hats swarming this place, everywhere. They walk the streets, they will come into your home if you open the door to them. First there is one, but as soon as they have you in their brim-shaded sight, more will come, will flock, will surround you. And then, they disperse, and all that's left is one more dude wearing black felt.

Seriously, I have seen this happen. It happened to a guy out on the street who was trying to outrun them, unsuccessfully. It happened at the market earlier when I was getting bottled water and canned food. It happened to my neighbor just five minutes ago.

Hear? I think that's them knocking now, I can hear their fingers scraping at my door. They won't break it down, do you think? I mean, I am holding my breath, I'm quiet, they can't suspect there's anyone home, right?

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ETA: I managed to get out of my apartment after all, I managed to climb down from the balcony. Got a gash on my arm for that, but I didn't even notice because I was trying to get outta here without them seeing me... I think I'm safe for now, but I'll not say where I am, just in case.


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Saturday, August 9, 2014

A little self promotion: watch out for "A Quest of Fire"


"A Quest of Fire" is a short story, it will be published in Lackington's #3 which is due out August 18, so that's less than ten days! Yay!!

I have a little bit of the story here, while it might not make you salivate immediately, I do hope it makes you a little bit curious:

   "I am neither he nor she, you know," says the trickster to me. "Just like it says in the book."

    We are in London this time, the National Gallery, where ages come together and beat tambourines in all colors of joy.

    "True, but the part about the fires, that's neither what I am, nor what a trickster is. Did I ever tell you a tree told me how to slip away from time?"

    "Well, what else would tell you? There must be generations of your kind trapped in wood, I'm just surprised you didn't run into a wardrobe or a violin."

    I screw up my face at the trickster who looks charming in his British gentleman.

    "Please don't make jokes about that, it's not funny."

    "Oh, eat a crone, you know it is! Sometimes I think that you just hate to laugh."

    "Afrits," I say, ignoring him. "Let's go talk to some afrits about fire."

Oh, if that is not enough to convince you to take a peek, have a look at the entire ToC here. Enjoy! xo

Update 8/18: The issue is out now. I would very much like to draw special attention to the wonderful illustration that accompanies my little tale, Paula Friedlander gave life to my roan Pegasus.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

From the Vaults: Beast Touched

I haven't posted anything in a while, let's just say life has been difficult.

Anyway, I was digging through some previously published poems and thought I'd just put one up here. Beast Touched was first published in Silver Blade Magazine and inspired by the fairy tale Beauty and the Beast.


Beast Touched

By Alexandra Seidel

The beast
killed all the beauty in her.
It was a touch at first--
mottled feelings, shady
mangrove places
of the soul as deep

as they are wet…and thirsty.
First, she whimpered,
then she groaned
and from the beast's touch
sprang desire
shedding innocent skin

with the leisure
of a serpent. Bursting
as pomegranates, her lips
were torn asunder,
and his tongue dug wells
into her eyes,

at first gently,
then less, and less.
All who knew her
before her belly swelled,
before her mind
became focused

on his voice,
on his whims,
said that the beast
had killed all
the beauty in her;
they said

she had shed
her skin
like any common serpent.
At first, though,
it was just
a touch.

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Thursday, July 18, 2013

A Note On The 2013 Rhysling Anthology

So, some time earlier this year I found out that my poem "Give Me Pluto" was nominated for the Science Fiction Poetry Association's Rhysling Award. In a small field like poetry, and in the even smaller field of genre poetry, this nomination means A LOT to me, and I am absolutely grateful to the person who nominated me (thanks, and you rock, whoever you are) and to Strange Horizon's wonderful Sonya Taaffe for accepting the poem for publication in the first place.

But then, a couple of days ago I found out that not all of the other nominees had been sent proofs of the Rhysling anthology in which all nominated poems are collected. Although people at the SFPA are aware of this, to my knowledge, nobody has received a formal apology, and worst of all, some of these poets' pieces have been reprinted with errors in them, and in poetry, even such things as not italicizing a certain passage or forgetting a line-break here and there matter. I would think that the SFPA is very aware of this, I would think that they care.

In any case, the whole thing makes me doubt the professionalism of this anthology, and as a poet it just makes me feel sick for the other nominees to know that voting is supposed to take place based on a book that contains errors introduced some time during the making of the Rhysling anthology.

Therefore, I follow Elizabeth McClellan's example and encourage you to not buy the Rhysling anthology if you had been planning to do so, and to let the SFPA know that you are not buying it and why. I also encourage you to read this post by Lisa M. Bradly, another poet who never received her proof.

ETA 7/18: It seems SFPA President David Kopaska-Merkel sent out a proof and a brief apology now to the nominees who didn't receive their proof in the first place; while the printed version cannot be changed, this proof can thus only affect the pdf version of the anthology.

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Monday, July 15, 2013

Devil Rhymes #3

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Devil Rhymes #3
By Alexandra Seidel

Devil, devil in the mirror,
who's gonna marry the Apple Queen?
Devil, devil, you see clearer
where's this prince 'mongst the heavens' machine?

Devil, devil, sneer not so
the Queen will marry, ho ho ho!
Rock and sticks can stop her little,
she's like poison ivy, makes men's throats brittle.


Sunday, January 13, 2013

Devil Rhymes #2

Read Devil Rhymes #1.

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Devil Rhymes #2
By Alexandra Seidel

Devil, Devil in the well
sings of peaches! Custard! Hell!
Sweet devil with the cloven hoof
c'mon, let's rock All Heaven's roof!
Climb up the ladder, up the rungs
until you screech delight in tongues!
One, two, three, four,
who's first a-knocking on Heaven's door?


Saturday, December 29, 2012

Works Published In 2012

Short Poems (1-49 lines):

Short Stories: