I got hooked on comics before I could read. My older brother H. T. would recap stories he had read himself—like the one where Colossus picked up a skyscraper, or the one where the Sub-mariner threw a city bus at the Thing.https://www.antenna.works/the-illusion-of-change-what-afrofuturism-is-doing-for-mainstream-comics/

Trenice felt the car more than she saw it. Or she saw it without seeing it. She couldn’t be sure. Had the car’s driver meant her harm? Probably not. Here in New Orleans, sloppy driving was usually accidental.http://podcastle.org/2019/05/14/podcastle-574-mister-dog/

I first began reading comics at the age of 4. My sister had just taught me how to read, and my brother summarized the adventures of numerous Marvel heroes for me.

“There’s nothing new under the sun, but there are new suns,” proclaimed Octavia E. Butler.

New Suns: Original Speculative Fiction by People of Color showcases emerging and seasoned writers of many races telling stories filled with shocking delights, powerful visions of the familiar made strange. 

It’s not often that we get a chance to see a podcast adapted for television—especially one like Homecoming. Homecoming recently finished its first season on Amazon Prime, and as a fan of the Gimlet Media production from which it was adapted, I couldn’t stay away.

My first exposure to Jon Padgett’s work was through the horror fiction podcast, Pseudopod. Padgett narrated his own short story, “20 Simple Steps to Ventriloquism.” The sound design, as well as Jon’s terrifically creepy voice-over performance, elevated an already excellent story into something I knew I needed to share with as many people as possible.

In 2003, Marvel Comics released Kyle Baker’s Truth: Red White and Black,  an original, in-continuity graphic novel exploring the idea that before giving the super-soldier serum to a white test subject, the US Army tested the serum on a group of black GIs, most of whom perished in the process.

I began reading Stephen King, at the age of 10. On a whim, I picked up his novel, IT during a library trip—that was how I got my hands on most of the work my parents wouldn’t have approved. The story was rich, dark, surprising, and inescapable.

This is my debut short fiction collection. Cover and interior art by Aelva Duckhugger.

Lazaros always knew there was something different about his best friend Yeshua, but over the years, he came to realize that Yeshua was even stranger--and more powerful--than he could have imagined.

By the close of its third season, FX’s Snowfall has matured from an uneven, dubiously-paced pot-boiler about the early 80’s crack trade in Los Angeles to an essential narrative exploring the dark side of the American Dream. Snowfall Review

I’ve been a Hellboy fan for decades. From the beginning of his first miniseries, released in 1994, I knew I was reading something special. I had seen Mike Mignola’s art here and there in high profile comics projects from the Big Two—Some issues of X-Force, Batman: Gotham by Gaslight. Hellboy attracted me because it was nothing like a traditional superhero comic.

Last month, Star Trek: Discovery concluded its second season on the streaming platform CBS All Access. While I am a fan of the franchise, I never felt like I fit in with other Trekkers. Many die-hard Star Trek fans were turned-off by the most recent cinematic outings after J. J. Abrams rebooted the franchise to appeal to a broader and younger audience. Personally, I enjoyed those movies—the first more than the other two.

When I was seven years old, my family and I joined hands at the intersection of Rte. 1 and Maryland 175 in Jessup. Hands Across America was the first chance I got to be a part of a huge national charity event meant to help those less fortunate than myself. To be so small, so powerless, but able to do something to better the world was immensely thrilling to me.

I used to say that if Back to the Future starred a black man, it would have been a horror movie. See You Yesterday isn’t the first black time travel story, but the way it addresses growing up black in an urban neighborhood, the horrors of police brutality, and how difficult it can be to create a happy ending represent an important step in Afrofuturist filmmaking.

This is a poem I wrote about all those folks lost in the dark woods of Washington State while I lived there.

A link to the Peauxdunque Review’s site where you can purchase issue #1. This beautiful hardbound volume contains a wealth of poetry, fiction and nonfiction, including my story, “The Gordian Knot.” Get after it!

This is a killer anthology edited by Nisi Shawl and Bill Campbell. The link goes straight to Rosarium’s online bookshop where you can buy a copy of whatever format. My story, “Heart of Brass” appears within!

Holy shit. This one is so old, I was still going by “A. H. Jennings,” but man did I love being part of this killer anthology edited by Nick Mamatas and the late, great Jay Lake! On kindle and in paperback.

So proud to be part of this final issue, guest edited by Nisi Shawl. Contains my short story, “Maggie Doll.” Snap it up!

This is a Parnassus Award-winning issue of the literary magazine guest edited by Sherree Renee Thomas. The issue was reprinted and re-released, and I thiiiiiink it might still be available in hardcopy. It contains a corrected edition of my short story, “Ten Thousand Hours,” set in the New Orleans standup scene.

Publishing a letter in this volume was an amazing experience—and not just because the book won the Locus Award and was a finalist for the Hugo.

Watchmen is widely regarded to be one of the greatest graphic novels of all time—especially when it comes to superhero stories. In my view, Watchmen was a true achievement for its time—handling the concept and tropes of superhero stories with an adult sensibility and looking closely at the implications that real-world vigilantism and the influence even one superhuman would have. Article

Here I am reading from my New Suns story as well as a little something new that will be coming out soon on Strange Horizons!

A poem born out of a strange encounter years ago in my French Quarter apartment and the waking nightmare that is the Covid Crisis. Art by Mitchell Klein.By Easter on Rm. 220

This is a poem about Ahmaud, about every black person gunned down by police or vigilantes and whose blood cries out from the American earth.