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14 February 2017 @ 09:40 pm

Well, it's a bit late, but my Nebula/Hugo-eligible stories are:

"Seeds" Trajectories, ed. David Creek, Hydra Publications Goshen, KY 40026 www.hydrapublications.com, 2016  (This is the story about robots carrying Kapera's and Nanoannie's personalities raising a flock of children from embryos on an exoplanet)

"The Other One" Journalstone 2016  This is the one about the conjoined twin who murders his conjoined brother.

Stories appearing for the first time in Bonsai Babies:

"Crawl Space" Family move into a house where a young woman is trapped in the walls.

"Black Widow" Woman assuages grief over departed fiancé by eating hugely until she becomes a black hole.

""My Vegetable Love," Woman has career as a regenerating crudite platter; flirts with the Charcuterie guy

"Skin Rider," Infernal tattoo takes over woman's mind.

"the Child Inside," Boy is possessed by Infant of Prague; grows up to be a vampire cardiologist.

These were all in Bonsai Babies, Omnium Gatherum, October 2016.

Rhysling-eligible poems.

I had a haibun in Bonsai Babies, "Rebirth," about Phoolan Devi, Indian gangster leader/heroine reincarnated as a chili pepper.

and :  "Obsequies" Ohio Poetry Day: Best of 2016, October 2016.

There was some other stuff, but this is the most significant, I think.

 
 
Mary
08 February 2017 @ 09:55 pm
If you're following me on FB, be aware that for some reason or other FB is only allowing me to create drafts, and that I cannot post them.  I doubt that many people are following me on Livejournal, but in case you are, that's the problem.

In other news, MARS GIRLS, my novel from Apex, will be coming out soon.  I've seen the artwork, but not the actual cover yet, and I think it's best not to show it until it's firm.  But I love what I've seen: Nanoannie in her spacesuit, and she's really in trouble now.   The Facers have got her for sure.  Will marriage save her? 
 
 
 
Mary
23 September 2016 @ 08:55 pm
My collection Bonsai Babies is coming out in October.  I'd love to offer a sneak peak.  The cover art, by Kate Jonez, is gorgeous!  But unfortunately, livejournal is blocking the image.   No idea why.  Take a look at it on Facebook, though. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10153727731337714&set=a.160055742713.115099.531317713&type=3&theater


 
 
Mary
This Saturday, September 17, 2016, I'll be leading a workshop for kids of all ages (yes, even little kids-- parents can help with writing down the ideas and stories) on Building a Science Fiction or Fantasy World.  This will be at Cleveland Heights Coventry School, 2843 Washington Blvd, Cleveland Heights, OH. Preregistration is not mandatory, but it would help us plan. Call 216-320-4757 or register online at: lakeerieink.org/register.



http://lakeerieink.org/2016/09/11/weekend-ink-kicks-off-2016-2017-season-with-sci-fifantasy-world-building-workshop-917/
 
 
 
Mary
13 February 2014 @ 12:48 pm

I had a slow year in publishing new poetry, although I won the Elgin, so that's okay.  Here are my Rhysling eligible poems for 2013:

POEMS PUBLISHED IN 2013

If We Are Alone

If we are alone, this galaxy is ours.

We can explore, exploit, destroy, or plunder.

We will find worlds that orbit other stars;

the universe will still be full of wonder.

If we are alone, they will not hear us call;

the rocks of other planets will lie mute.

We need not safeguard creatures huge or small,

nor share the worlds with sapient or brute.

But humans will forever feel alone.

Why, we will ask, is ultimate truth veiled?

Are there no other beings, just cold stone?

And we will wonder if the gods have failed.

From world to world it may be ever thus

unless they, too, are searching, seeking us.

Analog, May  2013

******

Peach

This peach business, J. Alfred --

what's your issue?

Do you need to use a tissue?

Afraid of soiling your formal array?

No doubt the hostess would be aghast

if her fruit bowl were disarrayed by one of your low caste.

Or is your dental bridge too loose?

And you would die of shame if it came away

or if you slobbered the peach juice.

If the latter, J., don't even think of apples.

Of course ladies who talk of Michelangelo

would offer a tangelo

and not mere apples at this time of year.

They'd sneer.

(Champagne and tea and cocktails, never beer.)

No question, they would scorn a man who is afraid

of walking on the beach with a mermaid.

Maybe you're concerned the peach

would give you bad breath, J.

No way.

Onions, peaches --

entirely different creatures.

Or --  you think the peach is poisoned!

Good call, J.

Think of that!

I'd offer a bit to that cat

the one that curled around chimneys.

Best of Ohio Poetry Day 2013

(Ohio Poetry Day does not have a website)

**********

Cats Are Poetry

Cats are poetry, this we know.

Mahasamahtman is working on becoming a Sanskrit epic

with lots of animal gods and worshipful mice

though presently he has settled in a basket

where he eats all the slant rhymes that fall from my laptop.

Azrael (subtitled Le Floof) is a Japanese Noh drama

translated by some stylish flapper-poet

into 1920's slang.  He resents the implication

that his pounces and end rhymes are feminine

because after all, Noh drama doesn't rhyme.

And right now he's scratching the door of my bedroom,

wants to try on my red kimono and steal my katana.

Tyrael?  Tyrael has himself confused with a sonnet

though he has fifteen lines

and loses the meter while licking my head.

He slams like a door, but only when hungry.

And ah Lurker.  Sweet ancient Lurker

once the queen of the whole anthology,

nay, the whole National Library of Felinoetry,

now beset with gaps gnawed by literary critics

in the fabric of her antique manuscript.

She, oh distinguished she, believes in compression

for she was once an Senecan revenge tragedy

and is shrinking herself down

first to a ballad

then a cinquain.

Her fur is gray and terse

soon she will be a haiku

then just an on-gi.

On Velvet Feet, Poet's Haven, Spring 2013

*********

Five Senryu for Isabella

motionless

exquisite fur, eyes, and tail

a purring sculpture


a child totters forth

she greets him with dignity

do not toy with me!


she is blind

but walks so softly

she sees you first

a blind cat

a fearsome swordswoman

invisible blades


she lies at his feet

purring worshipfully

but we know who's queen

On Velvet Feet, Poet's Haven, Spring 2013

 
 
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Mary
05 September 2013 @ 12:31 pm
It's getting to be old news now, but my LOVERS & KILLERS won first place for a full-length book for the Elgin award.  It was also on the Stoker ballot, plus one of the poems therein was a Rhysling nominee, and another of the poems, "The Hidden," placed second in the Dwarf Stars competition.
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I'm a bit ambivalent about personal poetry; I don't always enjoy the raw confessional gushing I hear and read at poetry workshops and readings.  But LOVERS & KILLERS is a personal book.   Before my son, Jack Brizzi, Jr., died, I didn't realize how much his perspective had infiltrated my imagination.  Several of the poems in L&K are about scary conversations Jack and I had when he was growing up. "Gacy" is an example.  Some of his interests -- notably swords and SF movies -- are reflected in the poems.  One poem addressed to Jack after his death, "The Hidden," struck a nerve with a lot of people.  And, although I have always been fascinated by serial killers,  I don't think I would ever have been as interested in Jack Unterweger, the "Handsome Jack" of the opening poem, had he not shared a first name with my son.
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Other work in the collection reflects my personal biases and emotional attachments.  My almost-religious advocacy in the exploration of the universe is reflected in poems like "Gift from Above" and "Diving into Uranus."  I get attached to causes, such as education and freedom for women in all religions, and poems like "St. Theresa and the Fuck Me Shoes" demonstrate that interest.
The lunacy of love, and how it can create or destroy life, also is a personal obsession of mine, as revealed in "Proxmire's Complaint," which is incidentally an indictment of dear old Senator William Proxmire, who could never see beyond the end of his nose to what was really important in scientific investigation.
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And then there are poems I just enjoy reading out loud because they release my inner crazy lady.  One would be "Rapture."
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Hats off to the brilliant other honorees:  2nd Place winner: NOTES FROM THE SHADOW CITY by Bruce Boston & Gary William Crawford;  3rd Place: COME LATE TO THE LOVE OF BIRDS by Sandra Kasturi  and the chapbook winners, 1st Place: OUT OF THE BLACK FOREST by F. J. Bergmann; 2nd Place: THE HOUSE OF FOREVER: SELECTED POEMS by Samantha Henderson; and 3rd Place: The Edible Zoo by David Kopaska-Merkel.  http://www.sfpoetry.com/el/13elgin.html
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Enough.  I loved writing this book, and I hope to share it with people who share my peculiar tastes and who empathize with my passions -- and my losses.http://www.darkregions.com/books/lovers-and-killers-by-mary-turzillo
 
 
Mary
05 September 2013 @ 12:17 pm
It's getting to be old news now, but my LOVERS & KILLERS won first place for a full-length book for the Elgin award.  It was also on the Stoker ballot, plus one of the poems therein was a Rhysling nominee, and another of the poems, "The Hidden," placed second in the Dwarf Stars competition.
I'm a bit ambivalent about personal poetry; I don't always enjoy the raw confessional gushing I hear and read at poetry workshops and readings.  But LOVERS & KILLERS is a personal book.   Before my son, Jack Brizzi, Jr., died, I didn't realize how much his perspective had infiltrated my imagination.  Several of the poems in L&K are about scary conversations Jack and I had when he was growing up. "Gacy" is an example.  Some of his interests -- notably swords and SF movies -- are reflected in the poems.  One poem addressed to Jack after his death, "The Hidden," struck a nerve with a lot of people.  And, although I have always been fascinated by serial killers,  I don't think I would ever have been as interested in Jack Unterweger, the "Handsome Jack" of the opening poem, had he not shared a first name with my son.
Other work in the collection reflects my personal biases and emotional attachments.  My almost-religious advocacy in the exploration of the universe is reflected in poems like "Gift from Above" and "Diving into Uranus."  I get attached to causes, such as education and freedom for women in all religions, and poems like "St. Theresa and the Fuck Me Shoes" demonstrate that interest.
The lunacy of love, and how it can create or destroy life, also is a personal obsession of mine, as revealed in "Proxmire's Complaint," which is incidentally an indictment of dear old Senator William Proxmire, who could never see beyond the end of his nose to what was really important in scientific investigation.
And then there are poems I just enjoy reading out loud because they release my inner crazy lady.  One would be "Rapture."

Hats off to the brilliant other honorees:  2nd Place winner: NOTES FROM THE SHADOW CITY by Bruce Boston & Gary William Crawford;  3rd Place: COME LATE TO THE LOVE OF BIRDS by Sandra Kasturi  and the chapbook winners, 1st Place: OUT OF THE BLACK FOREST by F. J. Bergmann; 2nd Place: THE HOUSE OF FOREVER: SELECTED POEMS by Samantha Henderson; and 3rd Place: The Edible Zoo by David Kopaska-Merkel. http://www.sfpoetry.com/el/13elgin.html
Enough.  I loved writing this book, and I hope to share it with people who share my peculiar tastes and who empathize with my passions -- and my losses.http://www.darkregions.com/books/lovers-and-killers-by-mary-turzillo
 
 
Mary
26 February 2013 @ 12:14 pm
I forgot this one, too.  Also Rhysling eligible.  It was in Sounds of the Night: February 2012:
 Sounds of  the Night

Venus again
by
Mary Turzillo

in the end,
when you start plotting how to kill him
without getting caught,
by phony tire blow outs
or organically grown poisons,
perhaps an exotic but slightly altered psychodelic, or simply
bludgeoning him with a stolen crow bar in his nasty sleep
She
comes and says,
Darling, you've gone and fucked it up
again,
you chose wrong,
and now,
I’ve given you ten
ten good times to fall in love
And you've used up nine.

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Mary
My husband noticed these two poems (Rhysling readers take note, he says) appear in the beautiful zine ILLUMEN, Autumn 2012.  The issue also has fantastic poems by Marge Simon, Selena Martens, Lyn Gardner, Megan Arkenberg, s.c. virtes, Sandi Leibowitz, Gary Every, Rone Wisten, Keith Sikora to name but a few, plus reviews by Richard Fay and Shelly Bryant.
Foresight

He walks sidewalks, knowing he will step here on a
crack, there stumble on a clump of grass, tomorrow

he will get a job, next week knock up

his wife, the child will be ill-favored,


spiteful. She will grieve, but for
him there is no disillusion.
Gods such as he

know all but

can change

nothing.

Loaded Dice


I mean, it was awfully convenient,
that he was always an outsider:
Jew among Nazis, foreigner among Americans.

Suspicious, when you think of it,
that he used his tie as a belt,
that he was so spiritual in a vague way—

God does not play dice—

like he never really belonged here.

Yet unlike with Diana and Elvis, nobody wanted
to beatify him, maybe because he didn’t die young.

Suppose the whole light-speed limit was a ruse,
a way of keeping us here in the solar system.

He had to invent a whole improbable physics
to go with that: light beams bending, time warping.


Do you really believe that?

http://www.whitecatpublications.com/?wpsc-product=illumen-issue-17-pdf
 
 
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