Catherine Lucille Moore was an important writer in science fiction, fantasy, & weirds. This retrospective of her early career covers her entire output at WEIRD TALES & correspondence with Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, & other writers who helped shape her as a writer. deepcuts.blog/2025/11/15/d...

A Black Hawk helicopter. SWAT teams repelling to the roof. 300 agents. Flash-bang grenades. A TV crew. “It’s 20,000 of them running through my house like we got Saddam Hussein in the closet." For all that, fed prosecutors filed no criminal charges against anyone who was arrested. Stunning report.

One of my favorite details from writing this was learning that there's a tool for identifying frog and toad vocalizations, developed by another team of scientists in 2021, called the repeat interval‐based bioacoustic identification tool, or RIBBIT

the Iranian drought story is insanely undercovered. foreignpolicy.com/2025/08/07/i...

As we see indicia of big turnout in today's NYC mayoral election, worth keeping in mind that roughly one in seven adult NYC residents are categorically barred from voting. If you're on the fence about turning out, remember that this is a privilege many of your neighbors do not have

SFF folks: Archita Mittra is one of ours—you know her Ignyte Award-nominated critical writing in @locusmag.bsky.social, @strangehorizons.bsky.social, and @reactorsff.bsky.social, and her short fiction, most recently in @lightspeedmagazine.com. She needs our help. gofund.me/cd9b937c2

I am delighted and honoured to say that my second novel RAKESFALL has won the Ursula K. Le Guin Prize for Fiction! vajra.me/2025/10/21/r...

love that someone else saw soundtrack to a coup d'etat and was like "I wonder who that lady is" @sandipto.bsky.social's excellent essay about Andree Blouin's memoir made my week: www.bostonreview.net/articles/the...

Over the course of several campaigns—some won, some lost—DSA has built an electoral machine that is among the most powerful in New York City. @hadasthier.bsky.social takes us inside the DSA operation that seems set to make Zohran Mamdani mayor. www.thenation.com/article/poli...

nightshade for writers: it's a simple technological fix

finished a book for the first time in several months: strangehorizons.com/wordpress/no...

The editors of “Ghassan Kanafani: Selected Political Writings” talk to Mondoweiss about what the Palestinian icon’s writings can teach us about resistance to genocide in Gaza today.

finally deleted the number of my first friend in new york city sometimes in life a pause becomes a caesura

Be strange to yourself, in your love, your grief your wet eyelashes a black fringe on brown pain from "Headlong" by Brenda Shaughnessy

brb busy taking Wittgenstein very personally indeed

dialectics at a standstill (also known as: I miss my phone)

being [redacted] feels a lot like involuntary hermetic drift

On the coasts that incessantly freeze, with his stones, and his bones, and his bows; on luxuriant tropical leas, where the summer eternally glows he is found, and his habits disclose (let theology say what she can) that he lived in the long, long agos-- 'Twas the manner of primitive man!

turns out it's harder to let something go when it was never yours to begin with

Amazon union organizer Chris Smalls was on the Gaza freedom flotilla which was just raided by Israeli forces.

other roads & other fates trembling right before the gates (from my diary, it scans AND rhymes, its not mine) (it scans only if you count funny, it might be)

The Three Penny Opera But Polly, are you a shadow? Is Mackie projected to me by light through film? If I'd been in Berlin in 1930, would I have seen you ambling the streets like Krazy Kat? Frank O'Hara

Only in this place that I haunt do not inflict your bloody stimulus to twist the inward hearts of young men, raging in a fury not of wine, nor, as if plucking the heart from fighting roosters, engraft among my citizens that spirit of war that turns their battle fury inward on themselves.

(from) "City of Beels" The indifferent terraces empty their days below and they touch the roads raising the dust of a war. A hero may emerge out of it, a star, a voice. Something may yet shatter that feeling which plagues inexpressive eyes Nabanita Kanungo

At Filmi Ladies, friend of the Gutter Pitu Sultan and the Gutter's own Beth Watkins watch snake lady / nagin movies! culturalgutter.com/2025/07/23/f...

I have now started reading my only surviving diary from before grad school (gods help us) and it is a motley collection of poems, draft letters, peculiar words, and a singular focus of will that frightens even my older-and-maturer (ha) self

I am trying to read prose again by revisiting my research into Welsh history from an earlier iteration of my thesis, but it keeps taking me into (rather than beyond) my feeels. Birds of Rhiannon, from the Book of Wales, by Gwenalt Jones, trans. by DM LLoyd, closes like this:

from "and a message on the way" by Sohrab Sepehri A passerby will muse, "It sure is dark out tonight" and I will give him a whole constellation completely free of charge. and the legless girl who begs on bridge, around her neck I will string the stars of Ursa Major.

Helen Mirren as Phaedra is one of the true triumphs of contemporary theatre, enacting as she does Szondi's exegesis: "Phaedra could possess this love only in sin, and only in sin could Phaedra destroy it" www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9hB...

How short a time is the longest life And our youth in it! Ah Chloe, Chloe, If I don't love, don't drink and don't instinctively not think, The unmovable law weighs on me Time's endless, imposed hours afflict me,

that sad guy strolling thru town being sad (and, here, dirty) is a genre of bollywood song I am glad millennials (despite our several sins against hindi songs) finally banned www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIJP...

What did I miss-- as the man said, silence twanging over the sprung trap. Soothsayers of Suetonius and the Annals, touting false omniscience, what actors they were! Steady professionals, escapologists, illumanati of smoke and stench, to their blackened fingers' ends Should I leave it like this?

seems fitting the only video game I've ever played is where in the world is carmen sandiego

meanwhile, current adventures in art include purple and gold orcas, surly otters, inquisitive turtles, and a almost-accurate clown fish. Perhaps the ugliest animal thus far has been a crimson and teal penguin I will spare you her sight

"Midnight" The stars are soft as flowers, and as near; The hills are webs of shadows, slowly spun; No separate leaf or single blade is here– All blend to one

[in those ages whose paths are illuminated by the stars] "the world and the self, the light and the fire, are sharply distinct, yet they never become permanent strangers to one another, for fire is the soul of all light and all fire clothes itself in light" Lukacs opening the Theory of the Novel

Nearly 150 years ago, Chief Standing Bear’s fight to bury his son showed the power of the human stories that the legal system often obscures

"It doesn't follow but when on the street" I walk on air, I walk on water, can even bear to walk on earth for my wife, and I will somehow someday share a language, a fire, a clean first floor with a hill in the window; and eat on an ancient sandalwood floor AK Ramanujan

"Oh Restless Heart" "the darkness swells, as if blood were spouting from night's veins; creation's pulse flutters,as if the intoxications of two worlds were waning. let night's blood flow, this darkness is gunpowder at dawn; daybreak is near, oh restless heart, hold" Faiz, transcreated by me

"Today Come In Fetters to the Marketplace" The wet eye, the stormy spirit, are not enough, The accusations of secret love is not enough: today come in fetters to the marketplace come waving hands, come exulting, come dancing come with dust on the head, come with blood on the dress

This stain-covered daybreak, this night-bitten dawn, this is not that dawn we expected, the dawn of longing in which these comrades walked out, (convinced) that somewhere they would be encountered Faiz, "Freedom's Dawn (August 1947) translated by V.G. Kiernan (adapted by me)

people periodically forget why I live on the east side: chaosbogey.com/2010/06/10/h...

I listen: a light, trembling blow strikes home; it beat, it beats, as if premortal pain were cause Now I fear my heart will break its bonds like laws Anna Akhmatova (1941)

My review of Emily Tesh's The Incandescent is up at @strangehorizons.bsky.social. After writing about it briefly in the Guardian, it was a pleasure to get to dig into the ways the novel works, where it wobbles, and what it has to say about education and class. strangehorizons.com/wordpress/no...

current adventures in organising, I call it the tower method (in hospital they'd call it the jenga method) (I have versions of this on every surface of this apartment not currently covered in sandwiches or painting supplies)

youtu.be/HqBFLkLQG5g Suhana Safar, yet another take on It Happened One Night with the lovely Sharmila Tagore-Shashi Kapoor pairing.

“We had to beg the people working there that they gave us something to eat, they didn’t even give us water. Sometimes a few cookies they’d throw in there. They had us in there like animals.” — via @gwynnefitz.bsky.social www.thecity.nyc/2025/07/16/q...

back here strictly to post poems as I clean out my shelves starting with this one: allpoetry.com/On-The-Death... hullo to all; don't talk to me

The Divje Babe flute, a 60,000 juvenile cave bear femur pierced with holes. Found in Slovenia, it is vigorously debated as to whether it is the world’s oldest known musical instrument, or if the holes are simply from the teeth of an animal predator. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divje_B...

my fave evolutionary anthropos is Andrew Lang, "that droopy aristocrat of letters" Stocking calls him, whose critique of Max Muller is possibly the best demolition job in the discipline (atleast until Anarchy Brown gets into the biz) archive.org/details/mode...