Greetings, friends! I have a new story out today in Issue 376 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies, called "Our Grandmother's Words." It's about a creeping, insidious magic and one of the most damaging facets of colonialis
Our storytellers sing that the Great River Gimamu brought life to the world when the gods first stepped out of it. But when I saw the ships that morning, I knew that it also brought death.
This story is very close to my heart. Without wanting to give too much away, it's about my own grief at being unable to speak my dad's mother tongue (along with many of his generation and background, he saw little value in passing it on) and what I believe to be one of the many ways in which colonisation continues today.
I love the work published by Beneath Ceaseless Skies. Scott H. Andrews was a dream to work with, and I learned so much from him.