The Steamfunk Canon!

The Steamfunk Canon!

Originally posted on Chronicles of Harriet:

A while ago, I wrote The Dieselfunk Canon, providing a list of books considered the definitive works in Dieselfunk.

Since Dieselfunk is the literary sibling of Steamfunk – and since this is the year Steamfunk comes back at you like gangbusters with the release of three novels – I figured it is now time to provide you with the Steamfunk Canon.

Here, you will not find Steampunk books that simply have a Black protagonist. No, these are books written by authors who proudly identify their work as Steamfunk and who skillfully deliver Funktastic stories in the genre.

Alright, Steamfunkateers…here goes:

Moses: The Chronicles of Harriet Tubman (Books 1 and 2) by Balogun Ojetade

harriet tubman“I’m gon’ drive the evil out and send it back to Hell, where it belong!” – Harriet Tubman

Harriet Tubman: Freedom fighter. Psychic. Soldier. Spy. Something…more. Much more.

In MOSES: The Chronicles of Harriet…

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Posted by on October 15, 2015 in Uncategorized


On Hulk Hogan & His Racist Rant


hulk hoganAs far as ‪#‎HulkHogan‬ is concerned, I’m very disappointed in his racist rant. I had really hoped that it wasn’t true, honestly, but it is what it is. I really liked him as a person & as a wrestler. My brother & I used to watch him faithfully as children when he was wrestling.  We attempted to mimic his wrestling moves in fact, often one of us was injured in the process. The WWE Hall of Fame has decided to give him the boot & I sort of have mixed feelings about that because the HOF is about wrestling – the sport, not personal choices BUT, as a private entity they can make their own rules & do whatever they want, and I respect that. I would be lying if I didn’t admit that the current “politically correct” societal trend of bashing & banning those who say things which any segment of society may find offensive is abhorrent to me. I have seen some on the right already defending him, not all.

I’ve seen some on the left who don’t think his being kicked out of the HOF is enough – again, some not all. Do we have freedom of speech? Yes….but private entities who do not receive government funds, can do what they want as far as freedom or censorship goes. Is his language offensive? Sure to many, but before some make their “but black people use the N word too” arguments, I challenge them to tell me – which black people? When? Where? Because we are not monolithic & I personally am offended by N word usage even from black people & I don’t let them off the hook. It’s a strawman argument really, because black colloquial usage does not justify white pejorative usage in any way. That’s all I have to say about this…

Until next time,

Talitha McEachin

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Posted by on July 24, 2015 in Uncategorized


Charleston (a poem)

Originally posted on Tananarive Due Writes:


June 18, 2015


–For John Due and Patricia Stephens Due

And the 9 Homegoers at Emanuel AME Church

Candles - 9

Because I was hurting and knew he was too,

I spoke to my 80-year-old father today—

The man who served beside my late mother in

America’s undeclared war on Her Own,

Whose heart sped in Florida and Mississippi,

Whose daily waking world is retold in my history books–

And he was too busy to talk,

On his way to a meeting,

Going about his business,

Because he knows Freedom is a journey,

Never a destination,

And because the Movement toward liberation

Is what keeps his heart Alive.

© 2015 by Tananarive Due

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Posted by on June 21, 2015 in Uncategorized


Happy Father’s Day…I Hope Yours Wasn’t Hijacked

HFD MomFriends,

I had a wonderful Father’s Day with my family sharing & laughing over a meal. I also am very blessed to have such wonderful memories of my own father Leroy, who passed away nearly four years ago. There is never a day that goes by when I don’t think of him, but today is especially nostalgic for me. As I wish all of the fathers out there a very happy day – their day, I must briefly respond to those women, namely some single mothers, who think it’s OK to hijack this holiday from men. I shared this on Facebook & I stand by it:

I have really had it with some women trying to hijack Father’s Day just because you had children with an irresponsible man & he is absentee. Let the men have their ONE day ladies. Women are not fathers nor can they be. Women aren’t female versions of men (or vice-versa).You are a woman, a mother doing the best you can and/or a phenomenal job in the absence of your children’s father. Unless some of you ladies have suddenly grown male sex organs & therefore know what it’s like to be a man, stop it with the “I’m Mom and Dad” nonsense, that’s impossible. Just be happy with YOUR day which we celebrated last month…sheesh! The irony is that you never hear single fathers wishing themselves a happy Mother’s Day…#howmuchattentiondoyouneed


This debate over single mothers declaring themselves as “both Mom & Dad” boils down to two sides – those who believe that parental roles are gender restrictive, and those who expand that to define it merely as anyone who fulfills the role in question, whether they are male or female. Obviously, I am in the former group. People who believe that it’s OK to wish single mothers “Happy Father’s Day” (or men “Happy Mother’s Day”) have succumb to this underlying missive from some in America, to neutralize gender, and this goes against humanity itself, which is equally dependent on procreation, therefore, both genders. This is an anti-humanity position as far as I’m concerned but I digress. The great irony of those of the latter persuasion, is that many of them were raised in single parent homes, and though they make the claim that “Mom is my Dad” or “Dad is my Mom” – there is still an underlying feeling that “something is missing”. This is usually the case when boys are raised by a single mother or daughters are raised by a single Dad, if the parent was not wise enough to seek help in co-rearing the child with someone of the opposite gender. Some have done this & their children are better for it and I am not speaking of such parents. If a single parent is fulfilling both roles as adequately as proponents of gender-neutral parenting claim, then there should be zero complaints or lamenting regarding the missing gender! You cannot celebrate your parent for fulfilling both roles and in the same breath complain that you did not have the other. It doesn’t work that way. As someone inevitably retorted to me on Facebook:

“While I do not support legalized same-sex marriage, I also recognize that in many homes gender alone does not define the role of mother and father.What about same-sex couples who are raising children, and each parent fulfills a different gender role?”

The answer is that in such households where the parents are of the same gender, only one role is being fulfilled but personalities & methods can be different. Gender is not something that can just be turned off or on like a light bulb in the same person, although some have tried. If children are being reared by two men then they have two fathers to honor on Father’s Day. Two lesbians raising children together mean that there are two mothers. Period. In any case, all I’m saying to the single Moms (because you pretty much never hear a single father declaring that he is both & should be honored as such) is that both genders have a day, stop hijacking Father’s Day from the men…


Until next time! God Bless!

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Trivia: Firstborn is Number One

Trivia: Firstborn is Number One

And as you all may have guessed, I’m numero uno among my siblings…

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Posted by on June 10, 2014 in Uncategorized


On The Pulse Of Morning: Remembering Dr. Maya Angelou 1928-2014

Maya A 2By now you all must have heard about the passing away of Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014). Maya Angelou is one of my favorite writers & poets of all time. I remember first reading I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS & how it touched me as a young woman. I remember the beautiful inaugural poem she wrote for former president of the United States, Bill Clinton. Her poetry was uplifting & encouraging & I have all of her books on my shelf. She will be missed but lived a full life touching so many others. To remember her I wanted to share my favorite poem from her, “On the Pulse of Morning”, the inaugural poem she wrote for Bill Clinton in 1993. So much of her work was dedicated to lifting black Americans up & humanity itself. We’ve physically lost a great treasure who will remain with us through her words. My prayers go out to her son, other family, friends & colleagues. She will be greatly missed:

This is my favorite poem by Dr. Maya Angelou, “On the Pulse of Morning”, written in 1993 for the inauguration of former President Bill Clinton. I’ll never forget how empowered I felt reading it as a junior in high school. Enjoy:


A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.

I will give you no more hiding place down here.

You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.

Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.

Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.

Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,

Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.

The River sings and sings on.

There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.

Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.

Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.

Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.

You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers–desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot …
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours–your Passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.

Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.

The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.

No less to Midas than the mendicant.

No less to you now than the mastodon then.

Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.

Listen to the recording of Dr. Angelou’s inaugural reading of this poem here.


– Dr. Maya Angelou, January 20th 1993


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The top zombie short films you should watch right now


Top Zombie Short Films

Originally posted on Danger Word:

We’re very picky about horror movies, but Danger Word is in good company with other zombie shorts on YouTube. Here are the top six zombie short picks you should watch in bite-sized morsels. The best zombie stories are about people, after all. You won’t be disappointed! (More to come! This list will grow. Feel free to suggest other links.)
1–Danger Word. Don’t take our word for it: Geek Tyrant just called Danger Word “a great zombie short” and “fantastic and intense.” (Directed by Luchina Fisher. Written by Steven Barnes and Tananarive Due)

2–CargoIf you haven’t seen this zombie short about a man and a baby, watch it now. It doesn’t have 6.1 million views for nothing. As good as it gets, and it’s only 7 minutes long. You’ll want to watch it more than once. Watch it HERE. (Directed by Ben Howling and…

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Posted by on May 28, 2014 in Uncategorized


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