The Blue Ey'd Hag

She Grew Up To Write SF

The Star Lesson

~Suzanne Gross, 1975

My daughter came with me when I left

the house for the night and the star-rise

of spring. Above us the Dipper poured

darkness into the cottonwoods' bare

red branches and us. See, I said, there

is the Big Dipper. We call it that,

but in England its name is the Plough,

and Charles' Wain; the old Roman men

called it Ursa Major, the Great Bear.

Look, and I will show you. Do you see

the star at the tip of my finger?

that and the next are the tail; those four

like a box are the body and legs.

I see it, she said, I see it now,

but the bear is lying on his back.

Someday, I said, we shall find the crown

of Ariadne. Turn around now:

see, Orion the hunter is here.

One by one I touched her two shoulders

and feet, and traced on her the body

of the swimmer betrayed in the west.

I moved my hand slowly then over

her waist, and reached into the darkness.

There, I told her, is his belt of stars,

and see, he wears a sword of light, here,

at his thigh. Never before have I

seen it shining so clearly, so bright

as it is. Me too, my daughter said,

turning beside me as I turned to

let my vision go free through the crypts

and candescent arches of the night.

Cassiopaeia is there, I said,

sitting in her chair. My little girl

laughed. But I don't know where to find her,

I said. Oh look all around: we live

in a heaven of flames; what you see

burn through the night is our galaxy,

this blaze in the dark is our home.

The stars are not sparks or diamonds;

they are not the souls of the dead, nor

the campfires of angels, nor fireflies

in the wolf-willow groves of the moon.

Each is a sun immenser than ours,

a measureless fire revolving,

a world, a word, of elemental

breath that has burst into flame. The more

that we learn how to look into this

burning lens, the more we see there are

countless stars beyond the stars we know,

whirlpools of fire we cannot see

from here, there are ecstasies of light,

there are brothers of this world, it is

all effervescence of the justice

of God. All at once my daughter his

her face against my thigh, crying Stop!

Please let's go inside now. I want to

be cozy and safe inside the house.

Snoopy Dance


Dancing is like becoming sunshine.
The memory of dancing with someone you're fond of is a little glimpse of Galadriel's phial.
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Rob Wolf, with New Books Network, interview the six 2016 Philip K Dick award nominees this spring.  Here's the podcast interview he did with me.  Very pleasant guy!

Marguerite Reed's Archangel (Arche Press, 2015) introduces a hero not often found at the center of science fiction: a mother, who takes cuddling responsibilities as seriously as she does the fate of her planet.

Of course, Vashti Loren plays many roles besides Mom. She’s also a hunter, a scientist, a tour guide and the widow of a revered early settler. But Reed spotlights her relationship with her toddler, offering a protagonist who’s not only good with a gun but manages to get her kid to daycare on time

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Erotica Reading at WisCon 37

I was kindly asked to participate in a group of writers who were reading all erotic fiction at WisCon 37; because I love to read my work, I said yes, without having anything ahead of time.  So I wrote a piece that takes place between the two main characters of The Llano Estacado Bioremediation Blues, which is a post apocalyptic western.  Someday I'll write the whole damn thing.
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Archangel Available on Audible!

Just got the word today that Archangel is available at Audible!

Archangel: Book One of the Chronicles of Ubastis


"Reed is a skilled storyteller and the world of Ubastis is a vivid creation, with a Muslim culture that is simply part of the overall setting rather than a driver of the plot. Vashti is a troubled, fascinating protagonist whose story ends on a cliffhanger, with greater battles for the fate of Ubastis and her own family yet to come."
Publishers Weekly

"A solid debut."
Strange Horizons

"Reed writes like a techno-Valkyrie with a flaming sword for a pen. Her prose will cut you, the action will make you sweat, and the characters will break your heart then patch it up again. This is science fiction adventure that attacks you like a Beast."
—Charles Coleman Finlay, editor of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction

"Marguerite Reed is a brave and audacious writer, with a strong and original voice."
—Gardner Dozois, editor of Year’s Best Science Fiction

"Author Marguerite Reed's first full-length novel, Archangel, presents readers with a fully formed, well-considered universe populated by believable characters and with a strong yet flawed female hero science fiction fans will love rooting for."
Shelf Awareness

“Marguerite Reed makes us ache and cheer for the lush xenobiology of Ubastis . . . The intimate portrayal of characters coupled with dazzling scientific and social speculation make for a great read.”
—Andrea Hairston, winner of the James Tiptree Jr. Award and the Carl Brandon Parallax Award