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list of nominees

 

My translation of “Bodyhoppers” by Rocío Vega, published at Clarkesworld Magazine, has been nominated in the category of the Best Translated Short Fiction for the British Science Fiction Association Awards. The annual awards are voted on by members of the BSFA and will be presented at this year’s British National Science Fiction Convention, called Eastercon because it takes place over Easter weekend, April 3 to 6.

I’m honored to be listed among such talented translators, and the full BSFA Awards shortlist is a great reading list. Congratulations to all the nominees!


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You may have heard that air plants (Tillandsia species) live on air. This is untrue. They live in air, usually clinging to trees, rocks, telephone wires, or roofs. They do not have roots. They get their water and nutrients from the air.

You may have also been told the plant magically subsists on air alone. So you set your air plant somewhere and ignore it. Eventually your plant dies

The photo is of my Tillandsia ionantha on a dinner plate. I’ve had it for ten years, and it keeps getting bigger. Here’s the secret to success:

 I’ve visited the Yucatan in Mexico where it comes from, and I saw it growing on tree branches. While I was there, I couldn’t help noticing that it rains a lot in the Yucatan in the summer. Like every day. Air plants don’t live on air, they live on thunderstorms.

The Yucatan also suffers droughts. The plant can survive a drought, but it doesn’t like them. An unending drought will kill it.

Since it doesn’t rain in my living room, I regularly spray it or dunk it in water. It has little cups in the leaves that collect water. It shouldn’t be left to sit in water, though. It lives in the air, not in a swamp.

It also lives in sunny places. An air plant belongs on a windowsill, not in a dark corner.

Here are some good tips: How to Care for your air plant - Airplantman. How to grow and care for air plants - The Spruce.

Tillandsia are great little house plants, and your service to it as a emotional support animal will be rewarded. Just don’t believe everything you’re told, especially if it sounds too good to be true. That’s one of an air plant’s gifts to you: healthy skepticism.



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Boy Scout sailing shipThese days, hurtful language is in resurgence, including a particular word, as documented in an article from January in the New York Times, “The ‘R-Word’ Returns, Dismaying Those Who Fought to Oust It.” Even Donald Trump has used it.

The NYT article quotes Katy Neas, the chief executive of the Arc of the United States, a disability rights organization: “It’s language used by bullies to bully.”

I’m posting this excerpt from a newspaper article I wrote 45 years ago. I still remember Dawn’s words. She went to high school in Oak Creek, Wisconsin, where she was a member of the school’s Explorer Post 1841, made up of the school’s special education class.

The students were planning a trip that would include a four‑day cruise on a tall‑masted sailing ship and a day at Disneyworld. They were involved in the decision‑making from start to finish. They raised their own money and arranged to bring a small sailboat into the high school’s pool to practice swimming and sailing techniques. They studied ways to handle long days cooped up on a bus. Their teacher knew they would learn important life skills.

The trip was a success.

I interviewed the class before it left, and this is part of my report. While some of the language has changed over the years, the lesson the students taught me is still fresh.

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“It stinks!”

That’s what it’s like to be called retarded, according to Karen Gass. “I’m just a slow learner,” she insisted.

But some of her classmates didn’t like being called slow learner, either. Special education students sounded better to them.

Normal was what Dawn Cain wanted to be called.

Karen, Dawn, and about 20 other teenagers are members of an educable mentally retarded class at Oak Creek High School. But calling someone mentally retarded is a strong label, which the students easily understand.

“I’m not retarded. Otherwise I wouldn’t be talking,” Karen said. “Do retarded people make their own jewelry? I don’t think so.”

According to the students, being retarded means being ready for a residential institution like Southern Colony in too many people’s minds. These students are able to handle their own lives. The label overstates the case for them, and they consider retarded an insult.

“We don’t call other people names,” Dawn said. “They shouldn’t have to call us names.”

“I have to take longer to learn something,” Karen added. “But we can do the same things anybody can.”

“We can’t help it we’re slow learners,” Kevin Waterstraat said.

According to the Arc of the United States, 95% of all children and adults with intellectual and developmental disabilities have only mild disabilities. They can be educated in public schools, live independently, hold a job, be self‑supporting, vote, and marry.

Some of these things are in the future for these Oak Creek students, but the pressures of growing up in a world with labels causes immediate problems.

Karen defended her preference for being called simply a slow learner rather than a member of a special class. “I don’t feel that I want to be called special. I feel I’m pretty much normal. It’s just that I learn things slower than others.”

When Kevin talks about his schooling, he talks about his courses and teachers. To him it’s just schoolwork, the same as anyone else’s.

Dawn insists that people who don’t like the fact that they have learning problems aren’t real friends anyway.

It still hurts. For this class, the issue was brought up when a newspaper article last fall told how “a group of educable mentally retarded students will spend four days sailing off the coast of Florida this spring.Y For the last eight years, part of the curriculum for the mentally retarded students has been an adventure trip in the Explorer Scout program.”

The article was factual. The class makes up Boy Scout Explorer Post 1848, and they will be taking a nine‑day trip to Florida that will include time sailing on a ship in the Florida Keys. But the students thought the article was misleading in its use of the term retarded.

For the students, the coming trip is a chance for them to prove how normal they are, as well as a chance for exploring, experimenting, and fun. They are determined to have a successful and educational trip, so they are earning and budgeting their own money and actively planning for potential problems on the trip. They draw on experiences from past trips.

“We argued sometimes about who had to do what,” Keith said.

“Yeah, but we girls did all the work anyway,” he was reminded.

The students are divided into four teams, and each team elects its own leader or has their teacher, Kathy Dermody, choose a leader. The teams will be responsible for different tasks each day, such as cooking.

On their canoe trip last year to Flambeau Flowage, they learned how to handle emergencies. Collapsed tents and wood ticks were easy. Getting lost in the woods was more scary, but each Scout wore a whistle to use to locate the rest of the troop.

But when one member came down with appendicitis, they were all tested. He braved being alone and sick far from home in a strange hospital, while his classmates remained responsible for themselves while their chaperones attended to him.

Students have benefitted from the trip in other ways. Kevin will have a job this summer as a counselor at a camp for handicapped children. “I learned things on the canoe trip I can teach these kids,” he said.

Students have plans for after graduation. One wants to work in day care. Earl Johnson hopes to be a truck driver, and Mrs. Dermody notes ruefully that he may earn more money than she does as a teacher.

The point of the trips for the students is “to see what we can do.” They’ll find out, says Mrs. Dermody, and it’s worth it.

“Some people are good at some things like reading and math,” Karen said, “and some people are good at other things, but everybody’s good at something.” She knows it might take her a little longer or require a little more effort, but she really can do the same things that other people do.


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As you know, an emotional support animal is a companion that provides support to human individuals for a mental, psychiatric, or emotional disorder. These are often typical pet animals like dogs and cats, although other creaturesincluding plants — can improve your mental health.

Plants require a role reversal, though.

Animal companions for humans rarely get training, but you must train yourself to provide effective emotional support for plants. First, you must overcome plant blindness and see them as living beings. Then decide if you plan on supporting outdoor or indoor plants: gardening, rewilding your lawn, or sustaining indoor plants in pots?

If you already have plants, what kind do you have? Apps like Picture This and its website, Pl@ntNet, or guided observation and keys can help. Find out what that particular plant needs for warmth, light, and watering, and consider what you can offer.

Common houseplants are often jungle undergrowth plants, and your living room probably resembles a jungle floor in light and warmth — but check. Every plant has a niche, and it will suffer stress outside that niche. A cactus leads a very different life than a pothos, and small plants need more frequent care, sometimes daily, than big plants. Your first emotional support duty is to gauge your ability to minimize the plant’s stress.

“Moist” is a universally challenging concept when it involves soil, yet you must master it.

When you care for your plant, you will benefit both the plant and yourself. As you provide regular, attentive care, you may improve your own self-care. After all, you get by giving, and you learn responsibility by being responsible.

As the support animal, you will be rewarded by beauty and quiet companionship, and you will have created a supportive environment for the plant — and very possibly for yourself. Are you ready to change your life?


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Spanish poet Antonio Machado was born in Seville in 1875 and died in February 1939. His health failed while he was escaping Spain as its government fell to the Fascists at the end of its Civil War.

Spain had long been divided. Although its Civil War began in 1936, Machado named this split “the two Spains” in his book Proverbios y cantares (Proverbs and Songs), Poem LIII, in 1917, and the name stuck.

Roughly speaking, one side of the two Spains was conservative, religious, rural, and traditional; the other progressive, secular, urban, and modernist. There were also differences between regions and between people with privilege and people condemned to poverty. The split ran deep and complex.

As Machado wrote in this poem, twenty years before the brutal war began, one Spain had a death grip on its position, the other was just waking up, and the future did not look good:
 

Ya hay un español que quiere

vivir y a vivir empieza,

entre una España que muere

y otra España que bosteza.

 

Españolito que vienes

al mundo te guarde Dios.

Una de las dos Españas

ha de helarte el corazón.

 

My translation:
 

There now is a Spaniard who wishes

to live and begins to live,

amid one Spain that is dying

and another Spain that yawns.

 

Child of Spain, as you come

into the world, may God help you.

One of the two Spains

is going to freeze your heart.


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A French fan of the novel Semiosis was moved to write a suite of seven songs based on the book’s seven chapters: Pax, Les enfants de Pax, Stevland, Symbiose, Le village des verriers, Les Verriers, Semiosis.

I don’t speak French, but the music captures the energy and vibe of each chapter.

You can listen to it here: Semiosis - YouTube playlist

D’après le roman “Semiosis” de Sue Burke — Lyrics and music by BLB, vocals, all instruments by BLB except the guitar solo of Pax, by DLT.

Thank you, BLB and DLT!

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At the Capricon science fiction convention earlier this month, I led a writing workshop.

“It’s A Start: A Workshop On Your First Paragraph — A good opening paragraph for a story or novel will carry the work to success. In this workshop, we will consider seventeen different ways to start a work of fiction, explore how each one will affect the reader, and evaluate the promise it sets for the story.”

Opening paragraphs are hard to write because so much rides on them. They should evoke the tone, voice, setting, genre, characters, stakes, conflict, trajectory, intrigue, point of view, grab attention, make readers feel they’re in skillful hands, and be interesting for the reader — or some of this, at least. Different kinds of opening paragraphs let you focus on the elements that matter to the story you want to tell.

Seventeen is a somewhat arbitrary number, but these openings offer a clue to the breadth of possibilities available. You could start with something unexpected, an image, action, simplicity, questions, curiosity, quotes, a frame, dialogue, emotion, captivation, philosophy, change, the protagonist, setting, a prologue, or flash-forward.

You can download a PDF here that explains each one and offers a couple of examples. Happy writing!


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Capricon logo: a hand with a brick

I’ll be at Capricon this weekend, a four-day science fiction convention held annually in the Chicagoland area since 1981. During the day, members can attend panels, workshops, readings, lectures, concerts, and theater; hear from our guests of honor; play games; and visit the art show and dealer’s room. Topics include books, movies, television, science, space exploration, costuming, and crafts, including a children’s track. At night, there are parties, filk music, and fun.

This is all created and run by volunteers. We do what we want, not what a corporation hopes will turn a profit (although you can buy art, books, clothing, and other needful things direct from vendors at the art show and dealer’s room).

You can still join the convention. Memberships are available for one-day visits or the entire weekend.

Here’s my schedule — and of course I’ll be having lots of fun.

Off the Beaten Format roundtable discussion, 1:00 p.m. Friday, Wacker Room — Diaries. Letters. Space Tumblr. There are all sorts of ways to format a story other than in prose. What stories best take advantage of this? What other formats could be explored? And what are the benefits of using an alternative format in the first place? I’ll be moderating the discussion.

It’s A Start: A Workshop On Your First Paragraph, 2:30 p.m. Friday, Michigan Room — A good opening paragraph for a story or novel will carry the work to success. In this workshop, we will consider 17 different ways to start a work of fiction, explore how each one will affect the reader, and evaluate the promise it sets for the story. Come ready to write and try out some new approaches. I’ll be leading the workshop.

Robots as Protagonists and Characters panel, 8:30 p.m. Friday, Chicago A Room — Some popular sf books have robots as protagonists, from Martha Wells’s Murderbot to the multiple narrators of Annalee Newitz’s Automatic Noodle. What are the challenges of writing a robot character? What stories can we tell with a robotic protagonist that we couldn’t with a human main character? Shaun Duke (moderator), Andrea Hairston, Sue Burke.

Science Fiction Haiku workshop, 11:30 a.m. Saturday, Michigan Room — Can you write a SciFaiku? Yes, you can and you will. This hands-on workshop will introduce the concept of science fiction and fantasy haiku, discuss how it is like and unlike other kinds of haiku, and guide you through the actual creation of some poems. Bring a pen or pencil. Inspiration will be provided. I will lead the workshop.

Geeky Gardening panel, 4:00 p.m. Saturday, Monroe Room — We will discuss how to grow weird, wonderful plants for the backyard, balcony, or windowsill. Karen Herkes (moderator),    Wendy Robb, LaShawn Wanak, Sue Burke.

Non-US Tropes panel, 10:00 a.m. Sunday, Chicago B Room — US media has a lot of its own conventions and expectations, but how many of them are US-specific? And what else is out there? Wil Bastion (moderator), Oleg Kazantsev, Sue Burke.

From the Kernel of a Thought panel, 11:30 a.m. Sunday, Chicago G Room — Inspiration is found in all sorts of places — music, TV, other books… even looking out the window. Where do you find inspiration? And — undoubtedly the harder part — how do you take those ideas and develop them into a whole story? Mark Huston (moderator), Brian Babendererde, LP Kindred, LaShawn Wanak, Sue Burke.

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This Sunday evening, February 8, two football teams will be playing in Super Bowl LX. I’m not going to argue that you should care or even like NFL football, but I want to suggest two reasons to respect the sport.

1. Play. If you watch the game, you will see the players giving 100 percent to something that they love to do. It’s called playing the game for a reason. How often do we get to watch people working hard and doing their best with exhilaration?

This is true of all sports, of course, and performing arts, and a lot of other professions. Teaching a classroom requires just as much skill and concentrated devotion, and it deserves just as much hype. It’s rarely televised, though. So, rather than cheering as a teacher proficiently fields a surprise question and turns it into a revelation for the class, you can watch a quarterback dodge a sack and complete a long pass. Enjoy the metaphor — and imagine if teachers, staff, and students could come to school every day with the same celebration as taking the field at the Super Bowl.

2. Controlled violence. Football is a brutal, violent sport by design, but it is controlled violence. Players and non-player personnel must obey eight dense pages of regulations regarding their conduct in the NFL Rulebook, which forbids moves that could injure another player, unnecessary roughness, late hits, kicking, tripping, unsportsmanlike conduct, taunting, and violent gestures. The offender’s team can be punished with penalties like the loss of yardage, and the individual can be thrown out of the game.

Players must and can control themselves on the football field. No excuses. This lesson doesn’t always make it off the field and into the minds of fans, but it should. Violence is a deliberate choice. Football shows us how to choose wisely even in moments of extreme emotion.

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You may recall that I translated the novella ChloroPhilia by Cristina Jurado. Over at the Climate Fiction Writers League, Cristina and Debbie Urbanski discuss the story and the ideas behind it.

Cristina: “Funny enough, I wrote ChloroPhilia after moving to Dubai, when my children were very small. We had to learn how to deal with real sandstorms, floods caused by poor drainage, extremely high temperatures and humidity, and a life designed to be lived mostly indoors. My experience raising them in a hostile environment with hyper-modernized infrastructure definitely influenced the kind of apocalypse I chose to write about. The climate crisis is something we experience in our daily lives here, and we’ve had to adapt.”

Read more here about ideas for our future from Cristina and Debbie.

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At last year’s Capricon Science Fiction Convention, I took part in the Speculative Literature Foundations reading. I read the flash fiction piece, “Magic Rules Zero Through Four.” It’s four minutes long, and I’m kind of shouty because the microphones didn’t work. Watch me emote at YouTube.


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map of islands in Lake Michigan with a red X

I know of two supposed sunken treasures of gold in Wisconsin, one in Lake Michigan and one in Lake Mendota, both dating back to the Civil War. I’ve researched the one in Lake Michigan and even have the treasure map which locates the gold near Poverty Island Shoal at the tip of Door Peninsula, but I haven’t decided to go hunt for it. I don’t think these treasures exist.

What interests me is why these stories stay alive. Lies are common as leaves in a forest, so why keep certain ones?

First, there’s a simple wish for sudden wealth, the motive force behind lotteries.

Second, legends often say that treasures, buried or sunken, are guarded by leprechauns, mermaids, or at least a curse — by beings alien and magic to our existence. It’s a wish for a livelier universe. In the same way, some of us hope for life on Mars or Andromeda, which would also be a real treasure.

Third, it’s a wish to preserve and honor the past by keeping stories alive. Ghosts work the same way. I met a woman whose neighbors told her the troubled presence she noticed on the stairway of the house she’d just bought was of a teenager who had committed suicide some 50 years earlier because he was gay. She hung a gay pride poster in the stairway to soothe him, and it seemed to work.

Most importantly, treasure is real. Sometimes — at Troy and in the Caribbean — gold is found, and then our wishes are confirmed. I can see Mars at night, and I might be watching Martians. If there are ghosts, I have visited haunted houses. When I lived in Milwaukee, someone else in that city named Susan Burke (not me) won the Supercash lottery. Riches await, if we keep searching.

X marks the spot.

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For Shawn Thompson, curiosity is a way to live in a deeper and more fulfilling way. That’s what he explores in his podcasts. He wondered how I found a way to write from the point of view of a plant in the novel Semiosis, so we had a chat about the craft of imagination in writing, curiosity, first contact, and alien intelligence.

You can watch us on YouTube here:

Episode 1: https://youtu.be/k-PsnhuqC3U

Episode 2: https://youtu.be/rLsPkECqac4

Episode 3: https://youtu.be/wwtgan1j8jw

Curious podcast channel: https://www.youtube.com/@theoldcuriositypodcast

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Photo of a bootprint in the dust on the Moon

Once again, you curse the gods of literature: Your “short story” turned out to be the first chapter of a novel, and you really wanted a short story. How do you keep things short? Try to limit the number of important characters to two or three. Use one point of view. Keep the conflict simple, the way that postage stamp artwork is memorable but simple. Compress the time frame. Aim for a single effect. Include only the most essential information. If you need a short story idea, here are a few.

• This is a fantasy story in which a gem broker becomes obsessed over a new kind of stone that appears at a roadside market.

• This is young adult story in which a panic-stricken alien learns self-defense from a dog.

• This is a competence p0rn story about an incorrigible lunar pioneer who endangers the settlement by sloppy habits that introduce lunar dust, which has damaging and dangerous sharp edges, into living and working quarters.

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The novel Semiosis is now available in Ukrainian from Lobster Publishing.

This has to be the most beautiful edition of the book, as you can see in these Instagram reels.

I know just enough of the Cyrillic alphabet to know that СЕМІОЗИС is Semiosis and Сью Берк is Sue Burke.

Meanwhile, my heart breaks for the people of Ukraine. I visited Kyiv in 2006 when it hosted the European Science Fiction Convention, and I was impressed by the elegance of the city and the patriotism of its people. They made sure, back in 2006, that I understood they were not Russian.

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Here are some things published in 2025 that you may wish to consider nominating for an award — just a reminder. Some are my own works, some are my translations.

Science fiction and fantasy short stories by me

“To Defeat Water” Short story, 1175 words. If you curse Poseidon, he might curse you, too, time and time again. And life after life, you can fight back. Read it here: The Lorelei Signal, July 2025.

“Journey to Apollodorus” Novelette, 8760 words. In my novel Dual Memory, an AI named Par Augustus discovers a story about robots in the Apollodorus Crater on Mercury. This is the story. It focuses on the humans who struggle to create and maintain a scientific team when a lander sent to Mercury behaves unexpectedly. Success can be as stressful as failure. Oxygen Leaks Magazine, March 2025 (no longer in publication, contact me for a copy).

Novella translation

ChloroPhilia by Cristina Jurado. Translation of a novella, 20,200 words. Would you sacrifice your humanity to save the world? Nominated for Spain’s Ignotus Award, this strange coming-of-age story addresses life after an environmental disaster, collective madness, and sacrifices made for the greater good. Buy it here: Apex Books, January 2025.

Science fiction short story translations

“Trees at Night” by Ramiro Sanchiz. Translation of a short story, 6050 words. A librarian at a hospital-like sanatorium befriends a young patient named Federico for reasons that eventually become clear. Read it here: Clarkesworld Science Fiction and Fantasy Magazine, November 2025.

“Proxima One” by Caryanna Reuven. Translation of a short story, 4020 words. A machine intelligence called Proxima One sends probes into the galaxy on long journeys filled with waiting and yearning in a search for intelligent life. The probes cope with unexpected wonders, loss, and profound changes — but there is always possibility and hope. Read it here: Clarkesworld Science Fiction and Fantasy Magazine, May 2025.

“Bodyhoppers” by Rocío Vega. Translation of a short story, 5290 words. Minds can hop from body to body, but there’s always a problem because the system is designed to create them. One day, you can’t return to your own body because it’s occupied by someone with more money. Now you have no home, and you’re still madly in love. Clarkesworld Science Fiction and Fantasy Magazine, February 2025.

Poetry translation

Liquid Sand / Arena Líquida by Jorge Valdés Díaz-Vélez. Book of poetry translated by Christian Law Palacín and myself. This is the first major bilingual collection of poems by Jorge Valdés Díaz-Vélez, one of Mexico’s most respected contemporary poets. It gathers 42 of his works selected from six previous collections that span more than two decades of writing. Shearsman Books, November 2025.

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The 30th annual Parsec Short Story Contest is open for submissions until March 31, 2026. This year’s theme is “metamorphosis.” Entries should be unpublished and be no more than 3,500 words. The contest is open to writers who have not met the eligibility requirements for SFWA full membership. No entry fee. Full contest rules and information are here.

The winners will be chosen by a team of three judges. I’m one of them. What will I be looking for? A good story, well told, of course. I’ve judged other contests, and I’ve seen a number of otherwise excellent stories that drop the ball at the end. The manuscript reaches “the end” a paragraph or two before the story does, failing to complete the emotional arc of the characters. Just saying. Good luck!

My flash fiction piece “The Souvenir You Most Want” won second place in the 2002 Parsec Contest, which had the theme “Met by Moonlight.” Read it here.

My short story “Think Kindly on Our Fossils” appears in the 2007 Triangulation: End of Time anthology, published by PARSEC Ink. You can purchase it here.

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Volumes Bookcafé is closing its doors. The bookstore in Chicago’s Wicker Park neighborhood, owned by two sisters, lost too much business when a Barnes & Noble opened two blocks away. This is the store that hosted all my book launches. Rebecca, one of the owners, has become a friend.

To say goodbye, the Speculative Literature Foundation will host a Deep Dish reading at the store at 6:30 p.m. Saturday, January 3, 1373 N. Milwaukee Ave., Chicago. Come, enjoy the performances, and buy a book. Volumes has a carefully curated selection.

The readers will be Alex Kingsley, Angeli Primlani, Gordon Dymowski, Harold Holt, James Kennedy, Jennifer Stevenson, Philip Janowski, Reginald Owens II, Richard Chwedyk, Steven Silver, and me.

I’ll be reading two poems, “Petty Love” and “Sonnet from Hell.”

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Let’s start with Spain, since I used to live there. The word of the year for 2025 is arancel (tariff), according to Fundéu, which advises on questions about Spanish language use for news reporting. Due to US policy changes, issues of tariffs for imports and exports have been in the news a lot in Spain.

The runners-up give a peek into other issues in Spanish news: apagón (power outage), macroincendio (massive wildfire), preparacionista (prepper), boicot (boycott), dron (drone), generación Z (Generation Z), macrorredada (massive roundup, specifically ICE arrests in the US) rearme (rearm, as with weapons), papa (pope), tierras raras (rare earths), and trumpismo (Trumpism).

The Economist magazine, Australia’s Macquarie Dictionary, and Merriam-Webster Dictionary all chose slop. “Slop merchants clog up the internet with drivel,” the Economist opines. Merriam-Webster defines slop as “digital content of low quality that is produced usually in quantity by means of artificial intelligence.” The Macquarie definition specifies “low-quality content created by generative AI, often containing errors, and not requested by the user.” All three sites have long lists of runner-up words.

For Oxford University Press, the word is rage bait, “online content deliberately designed to elicit anger or outrage by being frustrating, provocative, or offensive, typically posted in order to increase traffic to or engagement with a particular web page or social media account.” Oxford adds, “The Oxford Word of the Year can be a singular word or expression, which our lexicographers think of as a single unit of meaning.” The runners-up are aura farming and biohack. (Robert Reich points out that rage bait is profitable.)

Dictionary.com chose 67 for 2025. “Most other two-digit numbers had no meaningful trend over that period, implying that there is something special about 67,” the site informs us, adding that “we’re all still trying to figure out exactly what it means.” Dictionary.com’s runners-up include an emoji. Both CNN and AP agree 67 can be annoying. The comic xkcd has additional information about funny numbers.

Canada’s Queens University picked maplewash, “the deceptive practice of making things appear more Canadian than they actually are.” That is, maplewashing encourages buying Canadian-made products rather than US imports. The word edged out elbows up. Both words speak to our times, and as an American, I apologize to our nice neighbors to the north.

Cambridge chose parasocial: “involving or relating to a connection that someone feels between themselves and a famous person they do not know, a character in a book, film, TV series, etc., or an artificial intelligence.” It adds, ominously, “The emergence of parasocial relationships with AI bots saw people treat ChatGPT as a confidant, friend or even romantic partner. These led to emotionally meaningful – and in some cases troubling – connections for users, and concerns about the consequences.” Sloppy consequences.

Collins Dictionary picked vibe coding, which “refers to the use of artificial intelligence prompted by natural language to write computer code.” (See also: slop.) Collins, too, has a runner-up list, and some of those terms will sound familiar.

Global Times reports that the Trilateral Cooperation Secretariat has chosen future as the China-Japan-South Korea Spirit Word of the Year. The secretary-general of TCS said future reflects the optimism and determination of the people of China, Japan, and South Korea to build closer ties in the future.

Time chose “the architects of AI” as Person of the Year 2025. (See also: slop.)

Pantone chose its color of the year, Cloud Dancer, “a lofty white that serves as a symbol of calming influence in a society rediscovering the value of quiet reflection. A billowy white imbued with serenity, PANTONE 11-4201 Cloud Dancer encourages true relaxation and focus, allowing the mind to wander and creativity to breathe, making room for innovation.”

As reported by NPR and Today, not everyone is impressed by the color, although Homes and Gardens points out that “white is timeless.” I should mention that my home office is painted white. In my case, it’s because I was too lazy to think harder.

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Photo of Sean as a baby

I wrote this piece as a Christmas present for my nephew in 2004.

 

This is your first Christmas, Sean, and since you’re only eight months old, I know this story might not impress you much, but it seems like the right time to tell it.

Your father was not quite three months old on his first Christmas, and I was ten years old. I knew enough about babies to know they don’t really do much at first, but eventually they grow into real people. That was the exciting puzzle. What was this new baby brother going to be like? We didn’t have many clues, but we watched for them all the time. Who was Louis Peter Burke?

Your Grandmother Burke died well before you were born, so you don’t know much about her. Here is her Christmas tree decorating theory: More is better. In architectural terms, it was rococo baroque.

During Christmas Eve day, we decorated the tree. First the lights went on — big lights, small lights, steady lights, twinkle lights, colored lights, white lights, all the lights we had, and there were plenty. Second, we hung every single ornament we had on the tree, and, again, there were plenty. If one was ugly or beat up, it went way in the inside where it could add color or sparkle without really being visible. The only rule was smaller stuff on top, bigger stuff on the bottom. Finally, we added tinsel and garlands of various types and colors to be sure there was maximum sparkle.

Then we waited for nightfall, since only a darkened house could do justice to the masterpiece we had created.

Meanwhile, we dressed your father in a red-and-white-striped elf-costume pajama set that an aunt had given him, complete with a pointy cap. He didn’t care for the cap but we made him wear it anyway, at least long enough for a photo, which may still be around somewhere. He looked more silly than elfish. He certainly had no idea about what was going on. He was too little to understand much of anything.

The moment to light the tree arrived. We turned out all the lamps and closed the front curtains to block the streetlight. With a flip of a switch, the tree flashed on, providing enough sparkling light to read by.

Your father’s eyes got big and he couldn’t take them off the tree. He liked it! He liked it a lot! Even when we turned the room lights back on, he continued to stare at the tree, fascinated.

It was a clue, the first clue I remember, about your father’s personality. He liked colorful, beautiful things — at least, we thought the tree was beautiful, and in a rococo way, it certainly was. We lit the tree for him throughout the holidays for the sheer fun of watching him enjoy it.

I don’t remember much else about that Christmas, like what I got as presents, what anyone else got, whether there was snow, or what we had for Christmas dinner. All I remember is the intense look of surprise and delight on your father’s little face, and how merry a Christmas he made it for all of us because we could make him happy, and because we had learned a little bit about him.

Finding out who someone is takes a long time. I’m still learning things about my brother Louis. Fatherhood, for example, has revealed new aspects of his personality and interests. In the same delighted way that I first saw so many years ago, he could not be more curious and excited to learn about you. Who is Sean Patrick Burke?

This is your father’s first Christmas with you. I hope it is merry.

 

Copyright © 2004 by Sue Burke, all rights assigned to Sean Patrick Burke.

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a row of house plants with garlands and baubles 

I shouldn’t have been surprised that my living room plants had organized. There’s a lot of community-building going on these days, especially here in Chicago.

“I speak for all of us,” the dragon tree said. “You marched for No Kings, so why are you thinking about decorating us? This holiday is for Three Kings. That’s three times worse.”

It took me a moment to figure out what they were talking about. Every year, one of my houseplants impersonates a Christmas tree. This year, they were a little on edge, understandably. It’s been a rough year.

“Let me tell you the holiday story,” I said. Plants are attentive, and they listened quietly. “So you see, the Three Kings are wise men.”

“Wise. Completely different kings, then. If we’re decorated, we’re protesting in favor of joy to the world, right? In that case, we all want to be decorated. The living room will be a massive pro-holiday rally.”

Every year, the plants have opinions about holiday decorating, and I’ve learned that plants are stubborn. So, this year, everyone gets to celebrate. It’s the season of joy and community around here. Happy holidays to you, too.

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