How to Find My Stories in the Wild!

Recent sightings:

Forthcoming

  • “Breakfast in Tick Tock,” Penumbric Speculative Fiction Magazine

2024

Song of Nyx,” (order) Analog Science Fiction and Fact, Jan/Feb 2024

Read Interview with Analog HERE.

You already know the ending—the fading whoops and whistles, the lonely clicks echoing through canyons, the last whale song sinking into bone-rattling dirge. Our ending was never a surprise. Instead, I will tell you about the beginning. Read Tangent review HERE.

2023

Los Pajaritos,” (order) Magazine of F&SF, Nov/Dec 2023

The heart of a sparrow in flight. Eight hundred beats per minute. An explosion of feathers—coffee and caramel and dusty rose, like the earth itself took wing to flutter and flash. I smiled when you called the sparrow your spirit animal. Such a fragile creature. REVIEW: “And kudos to Sam W. Pisciotta for weaving a whole lot of memory, love and loyalty into such a short story. I was bowled over!” –Andrew Weston Read the full review by Weston HERE. Read the review on SFCrowsnest HERE.

The Moonlight Eels,” (read) NewMyths.com, Dec 2023

Jenny faced the shadowed trees and bent an ear into the darkness, listening for Pepper’s bark, hoping her pup had holed up in some hollow. She yearned to find that dog, but Mama knew the dangers and held her back.

How to Say Goodbye,” (read) James Gunn’s Ad Astra, November 2023

“Doctor Perez. Step back into the compound, please.” Two SecGuards motion me towards the perimeter fence. “We’re close to departure, ma’am.” I pause, almost willing to let rules and regulations save me from the pain of saying goodbye.

The Somnambulant,” (listen/read) PodCastle, #805, September 2023

The moon sits plump within a windowpane as if plucked from the sky and framed for safekeeping. Bound by forces beyond our control, the moon and I share a yearning to pull free. I touch my finger on the icy glass and dream of leaving this place. Listen to the story on PodCastle.

Morning Glory,” (subscribe) Asimov’s Science Fiction, July/August 2023

READ my interview with Asimov’s HERE.

People can die from a lot of things, but they don’t die from pill bugs. Perl understood this and knew the truth of it. But her fear wasn’t about dying. It was about their ashen, hard-crackle shells splitting beneath her feet; it was about their feathery legs whispering over her skin. Roly-polies made them sound cute, but they weren’t; they were goddamn creepy.

Words for the Dead,” (order) Spirits and Ghouls Anthology, Sept. 2023

Q&A with Flametree Publishing.

Conall leaned the muskets against a birch and eased his son to the ground. By the time they had reached the boulder field, the moon had taken the sky, its light a pale echo of the sun. Too dark for Conall to check the wound, he reached down and snugged the bandage at his son’s leg.

The Sky Above Io,” (read) Utopia Science Fiction, April-May 2023

Mother. Starship pilot. Paths I took and paths I didn’t. Most people don’t want to know what might have been. Regret is bearable when it remains vague, but to really see the person you might have become, to walk the path you’d given up—well, that’s scary as hell. All the same, I needed to know.

2022

Disgruntled,” (read) MetaStellar, December 22, 2022

“Basically, your How-To articles are way too unpredictable. First, your advice killed my husband which, honestly, wasn’t entirely your fault. But then your suggestions resulted in the reanimation of his corpse, and that has led to major issues in our marriage! Okay. *deep breath* I probably need to start from the beginning.”

Tight Lines,” (read) Factor Four Magazine, December 02, 2022

Fly fishing as a metaphor for first contact with an alien world. “The fly rolls back off the tip of the rod, wisping overhead.” The phrase used for the title, “tight lines,” is a salutation often passed between fishermen.

Doves Fly in the Morning,” (subscribe) Analog, Nov/Dec 2022

“Engineering near-light speed travel felt a hell of a lot easier than saying goodbye. Banjoko leaned deeper into the service port, worked his fingers along the plasma harness as he checked each power cluster. Schematics, circuitry, ship protocol—these he understood; they felt comfortable and safe.” Read Tangent Review Here. SFRevu Here.

Piano Lessons in the Dark,” (order) Etherea Magazine, Sept. 28, 2022

“The absolute best song for chasing away monsters is Für Elise. They can’t run away fast enough. And the quicker I play, the faster they run. Of course, I’ve gotten good at playing it; my fingers snap over the piano keys—E, D#, E, D#, E, B, D, C, B.”

Studies in Alchemy,” (order) Wyldblood Magazine, July 20, 2022

Sephtis reached into a flower box thick with dark-red geraniums and plucked a flower that shouldn’t have been there—a single, white chrysanthemum. He weaved through the tables of the open café along the Hudson where small groups of people chatted over their lunches.

Blue Line on a Winter’s Night,” (read) Factor Four Magazine, July 2022

The only people riding the Blue Line on a night this cold are people trying to stay alive. I almost didn’t make it onto the train before the doors closed, and I doubt I could’ve lasted till the next one arrived. Two coats and a scarf—that shit means nothing in this weather.

The Settlement at Quelon Bay,” (read) Martian, July 01, 2022

Dad gave his life to see me safe, to get me to this pod headed for the orbiter. Safe from the feathery brutality of the Kohl with their ripping talons and hollow eyes. They arrived after us and wanted it all.

Island of Dolls,” (listen) Ghostlore Anthology, Part 2–Hauntings, April 01, 2022, The Alternative Stories Podcast, edited by Lyndsey Croal

Fog drifted off the dark waters around Xochimilco. Fantasma de la tierra, they would say. Ghost of the earth. Bent trees tangled across the island like charcoal smudges scratched into the land.  It was said that lost souls lived in that wood, twisting the trunks and creaking the branches.

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