May 2018: Gently laying down this blog :)

I don’t really blog here any more, not the least to dissuade the ex-boyfriend-turned-stalker who shows up to abuse me every time the blog feed is updated (but not so much when I update static pages, because static pages don’t affect any RSS feed), but also because who even reads blogs these days? My close friends are on my private social media, any news I have usually goes on Twitter and Facebook, and all of you have probably heard by now about the Hugo Award nomination for Luminescent Threads – which generated a surprising amount of attention and a number of formal-media coverages, mostly from India – but none of you heard it here first.

Any other long-form rambling, increasingly infrequent, I have started to put up on my Patreon. You don’t have to subscribe to my Patreon to be able to see each of those posts, though some of them are subscribers-only, and a subscription is obviously appreciated, if you feel so inclined.

The rest of this website will stay. It’s mostly static pages at this point – a general bio, photo and contact details for anyone who looks me up; a page to share links of my published works; a FAQ page for questions I keep getting asked over and over again (this is a new development, but it escalated really fast); and a public appearances page for documenting past and forthcoming events. (I used to never have forthcoming events till about a month ago, but now I seem to have a few.) I will update these pages as and when things happen, but if you subscribe to this blog you will possibly not receive notifications for them, because static pages don’t notify.

The old blog posts will stay too. I don’t know what else to do with them and don’t have any particular need to hide them away. The ones from nearly a decade ago are somewhat more personal in their tone, but *shrug* personal is not incriminating. I was a fairly boring young person. The Internet is vast and full of uninteresting things.

You’re possibly already in touch with me elsewhere. If you aren’t and want to be, some of those links up there will help. This is a gentle memorializing post for this blog. It has been with me for over a decade, longer than the static pages that I only started adding later, and blogging itself is a thing I’ve done for even longer than that. All the friends who used to blog with me in the mid-2000s have grown up and moved on. Some of them are doing very interesting, very accomplished academic and artistic things, some of them have fallen completely out of touch. None of them blogs any more. I guess it’s about time. :)



I had not remembered this, but in April last year I was writing a poem on my phone for the boy I then loved. I never finished the poem. I no longer have that love. Nor do I have, any longer, much pride in my skills as a poet—for years I have written only for my heart—so I think I will set that draft free.


when all this is done,
all the fear and anxiety
and hunting, living

like a mouse in the cracks of
walls, all
that I will recall
is your smile, like a tearing
gash of sunshine through
these squalid skyscrapers.

That is all I wish to recall.

I wish to recall this spring,
cherry blossoms, the white
sand of beaches, your
half-bitten fingernails, the
torments of your youth, your
eyes like placid sea glass.

I wish to recall the promises
you’re too young to keep.


[That’s all I wrote. Float away from me in peace now, half-written poem.]

Space Unicorns Get New Poetry Editor: Talking with Mimi Mondal

Here’s a fantastic interview I did with Bryan Thao Worra, President of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association. Contains details about what I enjoy in poetry, and also how editors should approach Dalit writers, besides other things.



I recently had the pleasure to learn more about the Dalit community of South Asia and one of their wonderful emerging writers, Mimi Mondal. You can see my interview with her over at SPECPO, the blog for the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association.

She is the new poetry editor at Uncanny Magazine, which has been a long-time supporter of my work, particularly imaginative pieces that might have struggled elsewhere to find a home.

Mimi Mondal and I had an extensive conversation on how to encourage more voices from the Dalit community and writers to watch for, and what she looks for in her own writing and verse. I enjoyed discussing literature with her greatly, and found there to be some exciting opportunities for collaboration and mutual support of each other’s emerging literary voices in the future. I recommend keeping an eye out for her over the years ahead!

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Announcing the Table of Contents for Luminescent Threads: Connections to Octavia Butler!

This went up on the website of Twelfth Planet Press a while ago, but I also wanted to put it up on my blog, because this has been a truly great set of works to edit, by writers who are friends, writers I didn’t know personally but admired, as well as writers who were complete strangers. No better opportunity than this to put their names on my blog.


Luminescent Threads: Connections to Octavia Butler
Edited by Alexandra Pierce and Mimi Mondal

ISBN: 978-1-922101-42-6 (pbk)
ISBN: 978-1-922101-43-3 (ebk)
To be published in August 2017

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Writing in 2017, and other things

uncanny16Four months into 2017, most of what I’ve written is non-fiction. A lot of that isn’t constructed writing. They are letters (including job application letters), long chat conversations, depressed rambles in my diary. These times in the United States have not been kind to me. I don’t mean the kindness of individuals – I received so many assertions of hope, encouragement, so many offers of support from friends and acquaintances that my heart brims with joy – but my general prospects in this country have gone so many shades darker. I’m not sure I like the United States, although I like so many Americans, and would love to stay around them. Continue reading “Writing in 2017, and other things”