New Short Story: "Loss of Signal"

In case you missed it, I have a new science fiction short story (quite short, but not flash) out on Loss of Signal. It's free to read online!

Here's a preview:

When the doors drifted open like wings, when I trained my cameras to the star-flecked blackness, when the metal arms released me from their embrace: that was the moment my first dream came true.

I checked it off the list.

“You’re clear of the shuttle, Toby. Begin translunar injection.”

Mission control’s voice sounded in my ear, but I had no ear. I had adapted to that change early on.


Escape Pod is a Finalist for the Hugo Award

I am incredibly thrilled to share the news that Escape Pod is a finalist for the 2018 Hugo Awards in the category of Best Semiprozine!

Read the full list of finalists here:


Of course, I wouldn't be here with many helping hands along the way, most of all, my awesome co-editor Mur Lafferty and our tireless assistant editor, Benjamin C. Kinney, as well as all of our other staff and Escape Artists' owners.

My journey here has taken three years, not a particularly long or winding road, but I wouldn't have started on it without an invitation from Rachael Jones and Nathaniel Lee. They brought me in as a slush reader (more officially, an associate editor) back in 2015. I wondered how I'd make time for it, but I knew it would be an invaluable experience. About a year later, Nathan was ready to take a break from assistant editor, and Norm Sherman was kind enough to offer me the job. Again, I wondered how'd I'd make time for it, but I also felt ready and eager to take on the work. I couldn't refuse! And then in 2017, after five years of making Escape Pod the best it could be, Norm stepped away, and I took his place alongside Mur, who has been the best co-pilot I could ask for.

Without the support of Rachael, Nathan, and Norm, I wouldn't be here, and I'll be forever grateful to the three of them for giving me the opportunity to be part of Escape Pod.

Award Eligibility

It's that time of year again...or maybe a little late, but better that than never, right?

If you're reading and nominating for science fiction and fantasy awards, please consider my stories from 2017. All four are eligible in the short story category.

Also, please consider the original fiction published by Escape Pod in 2017. As Assistant Editor and then Co-Editor, I am proud of every story we ran last year. Escape Pod is also eligible in the Best Semiprozine category for the Hugo Awards.

Microbiota and the Masses: A Love Story - on (free to read online)

The scents of earth—loam, pollen, compost, the exhalation of leaves—permeated the inside of Moena Sivaram’s airtight home. She stood near the southeast corner and misted the novice bromeliads. The epiphytes clutched the trunk of an elephant ear tree, its canopy stretching up to the clear, SmartWindow-paned roof and shading everything below.

Moena whispered to the plants: “Amma’s here, little babies. You’re safe with me, but you must grow those roots.” With her isolated life, these would be her only children.

Nava - Gamut, Issue 1

Three times Nava tried to change eir skin, and three times e dissolved into primordial ooze. Three times e ended as a painful mess of skeleton, flesh, nerves, and silicon. After the first two failures, Maker collected Nava into a womb and rebuilt Nava to wholeness.

After the third, e regarded Nava's ravaged form and said, "I'm calling in your grandmaker. I'm not sure why this is so hard for you, but maybe Grandmaker will have some insight. Don't worry. You'll come into your abilities." 

Looking Up - in Where the Stars Rise

Ayla clutches her tab with a trembling grip and reads the words again. She can hardly believe her eyes, but the blurring message on the screen doesn't lie: she will be a passenger on the Mayflower expedition. Coming to Denver had been a good attempt at forgetting California, but Mars might be far enough to put her past to rest.

An Unexpected Boon - Apex Magazine (free to read online)

Kalyani had to stop and touch the Jambu trees lining the road, each exactly twice, or else her insides would itch. She counted as she walked.

“Twelve. Fourteen. Sixteen,” she murmured, tapping the bark lightly with the pad of her index finger.

“Hurry up,” Aruni said.

Her brother was three years older and one hundred steps ahead. Kalyani was twelve. She could have kept up with him if it weren’t for the trees.