Tonya R. Moore

@tonyarmoore.com

SFF Author. Poetry Editor at Solarpunk Mag. Co-Editor: The Cookout anthology. www.tonyarmoore.com

Let's face it, friends. The real reason we're mad at the willful igorance and illiteracy of today's youth is that when our civilization collapses--and it will--they absolutely cannot be relied upon to save our collective asses. No. We'll have to do it ourselves. There. I said it.

"AI" as we now know it has ruined the Cyberpunk genre for me. How did something so insidiously pedestrian even become the embodiment of such wondrous imaginings?

It’s been six months since the publication of PSYCHOPOMP & CIRCUMSTANCE! This Southern Gothic historical fic novella chronicling coming of age, putting duty to the dead before the constraints of living family, and the strange, yet beautiful magic of funeral rituals has had a wonderful reception.

A beige background with yellow-greige flowers draping the upper right and left corners. In the middle is the cover of PSYCHOPOMP & CIRCUMSTANCE: A sepia-tone profile of a young Black woman against floral wallpaper, a gentle smile on her face, reminiscent of 1850s ambrotype photography. She is wearing a high-necked collar, andher coily hair is upswept to reveal dangling skull earrings. A skeletal hand rests on her shoulder.



Text reads: PSYCHOPOMP & CIRCUMSTANCE EDEN ROYCE
"A deeply loving exploration of grief, loss, and the righting of past wrongs."—Moniquill Blackgoose, author of To Shape a Dragon's Breath

At the top of the image is the text: It's Been Six Months