Penny Walker

@pennywalker.bsky.social

Fiction writer, news editor, TV binger, overthinker. Rock chalk, forks up. Aka auntpeso. She/her. Work in Ninth Letter and the Sine Qua Non. Lots of photos of books and my grandkids on IG @auntpeso.

Going through piles of old family photos and papers ahead of a Kansas funeral in a few weeks. This is my paternal grandma circa 1913 and her (from left) grandpa, dad and great-grandpa, a former Union soldier — my 3-greats-grandpa. Amazing that this photo exists and in such great shape.

A black-and-white photo of three men of various ages and a toddler girl.

THIS. Trauma by its very nature means it might take decades for you to get to the point where you can finally voice it. And it might not get to the voice-it point. Just because someone has not proclaimed their trauma doesn’t mean they didn’t experience it.

Courtney Milan@courtneymilan.com · 5mo ago

I can’t make anyone be not mad that victims don’t come forward on perfect little timescales. All I can say is that the very imperfection in the timescale is what makes me believe them, and wish that they find power and strength.

Hitting desalination plants is so bad. Not just evil but strategically incomprehensible. Without desalination 75% of the entire population of the Middle East will be refugees. Israel and Kuwait depend on desalination for 90% of their water and other Middle East states aren’t far behind.

The January book stack. (With a little glimpse of my new calathea rattlesnake plant — I’ll put some photos of her in the comments. What are you reading heading into February? My current read is “The French Lieutenant’s Woman,” for class.

A stack of books next to a houseplant: 
“Giovanni’s Room” by James Baldwin, “Written on the Body” by Jeanette Winterson, “Pet” by Akwaeke Emezi, 
“Sia Martinez and the Moonlit Beginning of Everything” by Raquel Vasquez Gilliland, “In the Lives of Puppets” by T.J. Klune and “Wolf Bells” by Leni Zumas.

The way I just froze for five full seconds as my brain processed that the in-flight opera in “The Fifth Element” was a literal take on the sci-fi subgenre of space opera … 🤯 Bravo, Luc Besson. Yet another reason I love this movie.

The October book stack. My favorite read of the month is in the second photo. Vampires and werewolves in space? Generational trauma? Not one but two slow-burn romances? Adorably enthusiastic spider bots? What’s not to love?

A stack of books: “Frankenstein” by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, “Neuromancer” by William Gibson, “The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches” by Sangu Mandanna, “The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay” by Michael Chabon, “Of Monsters and Mainframes” by Barbara Truelove, and “Far Enough: A Western in Fragments” by Joe Wilkins. The book “Of Monsters and Mainframes” by Barbara Truelove.

How you store your sunglasses on your person when not in use really puts you into a specific category. Like, forget a sorting hat or being dauntless — my future postapocalyptic story will be organized by: tucked into collar, pushed to the top of head, worn backwards over the neck, stored in a case.

The September book stack — delayed until I could get the physical copy of “This Inevitable Ruin” from the library. (I read the ebook last month but wanted to show off how huge that book is in the photo.)

A stack of books: “Exercises in Style” by Raymond Queneau, “The Golem of Brooklyn” by Adam Mansbach, 
“This Inevitable Ruin” (Dungeon Cralwer Carl No. 7) by Matt Dinniman and “The World We Make” by N.K. Jemisin.

This organ piece — the slowest and longest music piece ever — is being performed for 639 years in Halberstadt, Germany. (It began in 2001.) It is a real thing, and yet I am absolutely convinced it's something from a @jasperfforde.bsky.social novel. universes.art/en/specials/...

John Cage Organ Project in Halberstadt

ORGAN2/ASLSP, the slowest and longest music piece ever heard, is being performed for 639 years in Halberstadt, Germany. Information, photos, video with sound.

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How you can tell it’s still summer break/summer session: You go to the Panda Express on the edge of ASU’s Tempe campus in the noon hour and there are only two people in line in front of you.