Posts Tagged "apex magazine"

Interview with Lucas de Alcântara

by on Mar 3, 2015 in Nonfiction | 0 comments

This month’s Apex Magazine cover artist is Lucas de Alcântara. Working with mechanical and organic ideas, and different types of artistic media, he brings a wonderful vision to this month’s Apex Magazinecover. His work as a freelance illustrator, and years of experience as a designer for advertising agencies, lends a unique look to his work. APEX MAGAZINE: Your cover for this month’s Apex Magazine, “Your touch (or Die Ungeziefer),” expertly mixes organic, mechanical, and ethereal visuals. Did you have a solid vision of the end piece when you started the art, or did the elements evolve as you worked? LUCAS de ALCâNTARA: Every piece of art I make has some previous small...

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Interview with Damien Angelica Walters

by on Mar 3, 2015 in Nonfiction | 0 comments

A prolific writer of speculative short fiction, Damien Angelica Walters’ work has appeared in magazines such as Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Lightspeed, Apex Magazine, Strange Horizons, Electric Velocipede, Nightmare Magazine, and Daily Science Fiction, and in anthologies such as Glitter and Mayhem, What Fates Impose, and Year’s Best Weird Fiction. While publishing upwards of ten short stories every year, she makes time for editing as well, having been an editor for the Hugo Award winning Electric Velocipede. Her debut short fiction collection Sing Me Your Scars is forthcoming from Apex Publications and is currently available for pre-order. Her new novel Paper Tigers will...

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Sing Me Your Scars

by on Mar 3, 2015 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

5000 Words This is not my body. Yes, there are the expected parts—arms, legs, hips, breasts—each in its proper place and of the proper shape. Is he a monster, a madman, a misguided fool? I don’t know. I don’t want to know. But this is not my body. § The rot begins, as always, around the stitches. This time, the spots of greyish-green appear on the left wrist, and there is an accompanying ache, but not in the expected way. It feels as though there is a great disconnect between mind and flesh, a gap that yearns to close but cannot. I say nothing, but there is no need; Lillian’s weeping says it with more truth than words. The hands are hers. “Please don’t show him yet....

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A Whole New World

by on Mar 3, 2015 in Nonfiction | 2 comments

I knew I loved horror before I knew I was gay. Oh, I knew I was…different from an early age, but I had no real concept of sexuality until I was older. However, by the time I was 5 years old I had already developed a deep and abiding love of the horror genre. My parents weren’t particularly big horror fans, so I’m not sure where it came from. Maybe I was just born that way. I was approximately 10 when I first started writing. Just little one-page horror tales that were pretty much Twilight Zone rip-offs, but I didn’t become serious about writing—I didn’t really recognize it as my passion and what I wanted to do with my life—until high school. This, coincidentally, was...

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Mama Gonna Fight

by on Mar 3, 2015 in Poetry | 2 comments

tell your mama, as she kneads her dough with floured hands, how we fairies glint in evening light, how we tell you tales of a world beyond the veil of stomachs that never hunger, lips that never wait to be kissed. tell her how a prince awaits you yes, even you, daughter of a house slave your skin fair as copper, but never fair enough to be free tell her we fairies say you’re pretty, that we like pretty things. your mama, you know she’ll argue that them Irish brought over more trouble than hunger, these fairies worst of all. any folk crossing from the other side cause mischief whether they come from Africa or Mississippi. she’ll say God should have mercy on your soul....

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