About Jason P. Burnham

Jason P. Burnham (he/him) is an infectious diseases physician and researcher. He loves many things, among them sci-fi and speculative fiction, his wife, child, dog, metal music, Rancho Gordo beans, and equality (not necessarily in that order).

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Jason P. Burnham’s story “Revitalized
in Metaphorosis Friday, 3 April 2020.
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The Wicked Stepmother – Rhema Sayers

She was five when I married Reynard, a sweet, shy child, bewildered by the loss of her mother. At first, she rejected me. But with patience and understanding, a gentle approach, and a lot of stuffed animals (the first 20 or so went out her tower window), I was able to help her overcome her grief and anger. For years we grew steadily closer. She became my daughter. Then when she was thirteen, she changed, …

It came from B. Morris Allen

B. Morris Allen’s story “Some Sun and Delilah” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 6 September 2019. I wanted to write a story in the style of Richard Cowper (John Murry), and was specifically inspired by his novelette “Incident at Huacaloc”, about a couple who visit an old temple with troubling results. I stole those elements and some of the feel of the story, though the rest is quite different. I don’t remember now whether …

Another question for Matt Hornsby

Q: If you could have a meal with a character from any classic novel, whom would you choose?

A: I recently read Ursula Le Guin’s Always Coming Home, a book that is so comprehensive in its world-building that it includes several recipes from the cuisine of the fictional Kesh, many of which sound quite appealing. So maybe I’d drop in on Stone Telling, who is the book’s closest equivalent to a protagonist, for a bowl of valley succotash or acorn-meal soup with honey.


Matt Hornsby’s story “The Draining
in Metaphorosis Friday, 20 March 2020.
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The Eighth Fathom – Chris Panatier

First Fathom, The Plunge In a past beyond the reach of time’s measure, we fell from the Galaxy Beam and into the waters of a primordial world. From the shattered wreckage of our Great Hull, we salvaged the ascension core and dove into the salted darkness. And within the abyssal contours of this alien planet, we made our home, awaiting the wobble of the zenith star that would presage the Beam’s return. Ook crept down …