Santiago is a neuroscientist born and raised in Brazil before moving to America to get the usual degrees needed to become a real scientist (namely a funded one). He now lives and works in Switzerland, where he writes speculative fiction and studies the neurocircuitry of vision.
Q: What would your animal totem be?
A: Every time I see a flamingo in the flesh, I get excessively happy. I could go on about their many wonderful traits, but I think what it really comes down to is their goofy legs and long squiggly necks. They can also fly, which sounds comical, but then ends up being majestic every time.
This is Mark Rookyard’s second story to be published in Metaphorosis, after “Tides of Reflection” in May. He is a member of Legend Fire Writing Group, which he recommends to any prospective writers.
Rhoads Brazos’s story “… and now He erases” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 15 January 2016. With “and now He erases . . .” I was striving for the ultimate apocalypse, one in which the whole world quite literally crumbles away. It turned out to be a rather bittersweet tale, though still amusing in small parts. The aforementioned “He” is never named, and his demise isn’t explained. The main character, clearly Evel Knievel, isn’t …
Q: What was your favorite children’s book?
A: Clearly there are too many to choose just one. If pushed, though, I’ll go for ‘The Truck On The Track’ by Janet Burroway, wherein a fantastical circus troupe attempt to free their vehicle before it’s mown down by a train. Inevitably, they fail. The final orgy of destruction was always my favourite part as a child. The story has the quality of the best children’s (or adult) fiction, in that it’s entirely deranged; the cumulative rhyming form just adds to the weirdness. And there’s a yak involved. Tragically it seems to be out of print nowadays.
Chanel Earl lives in Bloomington, Indiana where she parents three crazy kids, teaches writing and reading at Ivy Tech Community College, and thinks about dieting. She likes to read and write stories where strange things happen, probably because life sometimes seems so strange.