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Channie Greenberg

KJ Hannah Greenberg

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photo © Yiftach Paltrowitz, 2011

Channie Greenberg has been reading speculative fiction long enough to remember a “science fiction” story that pivoted on the idea that a boss could be a woman and a subordinate could be a man. Decades later, Channie discovered that fantastic prose embraces women as mentally and physically muscular and that editors continue to wrap new-fangled rubrics around old-fangled writing.

Although neither a “steampunker” nor an admirer of “goth,” Channie likes creativity’s power. Accordingly, she doesn’t mind being labeled “a writer of slipstream fiction.” To wit, her worlds are as readily populated by Furries, by gelatinous monsters, by devious rodents, and by misguided aliens as they are by troubled lovers, by overwhelmed parents, and by opportunistic shopkeepers.

In fact, Channie, a handful of bug-eyed intergalactic beasts, and her ever-faithful prickle of imaginary hedgehogs, make a point of writing not only for consumers of cosmic news, but also for people (and monsters) who like flowery poetry, who are experiencing identity crises, and who play oboe from orchestras’ second chairs. That menagerie eats oatmeal, too.

Here is a link to Channie’s website.

That team of real and otherworldly brawn and beauty manufactures heaps of words, as evidenced by:

What’s more, they slushed for Sotto Voce and Bound Off!, wrote reviews for Tangent, and currently slush for Bewildering Storiest. As well, that gal and her pretend pals were nominated in 2012 for The Best of the Net, and in 2009, 2011 and 2013 for the Pushcart Prize. Additionally, they shamelessly accepted National Endowment for the Humanities monies in 1989, and saw Conversations on Communication Ethics (Praeger, 1991) published, and Watercolors (Scotch & Soda Productions, 1979) produced.

Team players, they shared some of their marshmallow fluff, for free, via creative commons publishing agreements. Communal sweets include:

Copyright © 2009-Present by Channie Greenberg

Bewildering Stories bibliography

Interview with Channie Greenberg

Prose Poetry
Recumbent Riches
Opening Remarks in the Sociology Department
That Thermochromic Element
Little Life Alterations
To Be Millionaires, We’d Have Gone Into Dermatology
The Husband Remaking Machine
Betting on the Outfield
Powered by Gas
Shuffling Through Onion Grass
Guess My Vocation
A Few Constructive Observations
The Process of Becoming a Noncorporeal Being
The Telemarketer and the Would-Be Strumpet
On Not Weighing the Moral Turpitudes of Common Man
The Color of August Pumpkins
An Awkward Letter
A Reluctant Ecology
Sleep Aids Guaranteed
Barefoot Nuptials
Becoming a Grifter
The Need for Staid Midlifers to Write Bizarro Texts
Unlike Her Children
Becoming Unbearable
The Perils of Dr. Laura Wakefield
The Owmapow Chronicles
Hedgehogs Démodés
Miserable at What the Fluff
Of Fingerprints and Drinking Glasses
Dr. Laura Whitfield’s Dream of Recycling
Shredded Pages
Mrs. Morrison
For Hadara: Old Katamon’s Citrus-Inspired Ceramics
I’m So Glad We Took Over
A Quick Sociology Lesson
Past the Halflings’ Village
Casters of Pornographic Derision
Reduced Acuity
Bucking at Social Mores
Coins and Fleas: Committed Beggars
Spring Ahead
Your Knees Remain Extant: Deriding an Internet Hussy
Pit Bulls Plus Pigeons
Mama’s Mundane Witnessing
The Costs of Ransoming an Ugly Princess
Cobbling Books in Ten-Minute Intervals
Intergalactic Balladeer
Pillow Talk’s Expediency
In the Little Temple of My Sleeping Bag
Empty of Love and Money
About Those Codfish
Caught Muskrats
The Goody-Goody People
Not Partial to the Purple Falcon
Only After Dosing on Vicodin
He Upbraids His Wife
Me and My Lonesome
Abandoned in an Insane Asylum.

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