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Posted on December 4, 2024 by Jamieson Wolf
There are all kinds of things I look forward to during the holiday season: ugly holiday sweaters, hot chocolate, baking more than usual, time with family and friends and the new holiday story by ‘Nathan Burgoine.
Every year, he takes a classic holiday tale or carol and reimagines it in a beautifully queer way. I was thrilled that this year, he chose to release another book of short stories. Of Echoes Born, ‘Nathan Burgoine’s first book of short stories, is one of my favourite books of all time and I was so looking forward to a new collection.
Upon the Midnight Queer collects Burgoine’s holiday tales from the past ten years, as well as an all-new novella. I was overjoyed to be able to have all these tales together in one collection. It’s been a while since I’ve read some of the stories, so it was wonderful to be reacquainted with the tales and the characters within. At first, I tried to see if I could tell which tale was being retold. Some of the retellings were obvious (Dolph or Frost). Others were a little harder to place (A Day or Two Ago). Eventually, I gave up trying to guess or to see how Burgoine unspun the tale so that he could retell it again in a way made space for people like me.
Growing up gay and disabled, there isn’t often a place to be found for me within the stories that are normally told around the holidays. Even though I know the stories well, there is no spark of recognition that I get when I meet a character that resembles me in some way, nothing for me to relate to except the need for kindness and generosity towards others around the holidays.
Usually, people such as myself are included in the miracle portion of the tale. Even the very story behind Christmas is not inclusive to people who identify as part of the GLBTQIA++ community. What ‘Nathan Burgoine has done is to tell the stories of Christmas that I know and love, but he has made room for me within the words as well as space for everyone else who has felt othered during the holiday season.
I connected to each of the stories contained in this beautiful collection, and not just because there were queer and disabled people that filled the stories of Upon the Midnight Queer. I connected to the stories because of the people that Burgoine writes about. His strength has always been in the creation of such real people. Each and every time, Burgoine has pulled me into the story because of the characters that he has created and the emotions that each of them carry. They are all so real to me and I have had so many of the same thoughts and emotions that he has put onto the page.
I have some favourites of course. I loved Five Shillings and Sixpence, Not the Marrying Kind and A Day (Or Two) Ago. The story that stands out for me as my favourite and filled me with all the feels was The Future in Flame. It moved me so much and the story was so beautiful that I had to just sit there for a moment reflecting on the beautiful story that I had just read.
‘Nathan Burgoine has created magic in Upon the Midnight Queer. Each story is like a diamond with many facets that drew me in until I was left enchanted. I urge you all to go out and buy a copy so that your world can be filled with the bright light that the stories in this collection contain.
Posted on December 2, 2024 by Jamieson Wolf
As the contract has now been signed, I can announce that my novel Minotaur will be published by Rebel Satori Press in 2025! Huzzah! I’m so thrilled and beyond happy to be starting this new journey! The novel will be published under their Queer Space imprint.
I’m excited for you all to meet Roanne and company in the novel. Minotaur was written during the beginning of the Covid 19 pandemic when we all had to be apart from each other but were desperate to find a way to be together. I wanted to really examine what that kind of world would involve in a dystopian environment.
I’m proud of all my books, but I’m especially fond of this one. Minotaur gave me a world to retreat too when the world I was living in became a little too much to deal with. The result is something I never thought I’d be able to write.
More news as things develop, but I’m so very happy that the book will be published by Rebel Satori Press next year!
Posted on November 22, 2024 by Jamieson Wolf
When she asked me how I was feeling,
there was concern in her voice.
I began to tell her,
listing the places my body has taken me,
the hills and valleys
that I have had to climb,
mountains that I have had to scale
just to get out of bed.
She stops me
and I imagine myself like the mountain climber,
the one from The Price Is Right that yodels
as he makes his way up a rockface,
stopped in place on a ledge about to fall to my doom.
“It’s not just you,”
she says.
“Everyone I’ve talked to is tired and foggy. I think it’s the weather.”
She gives me what I assume is a frown of commiseration.
I could tell her about how violent the waves
have been in my head,
that I’ve been trying to keep my head still
so that I could see through the water.
I want to tell her about the cavern in my chest.
I’m pretty sure a gremlin has taken up residence there,
content to grow within the dark of me,
its claws hooked into the rungs of my rib cage.
It’s on the edge of my lips to explain how I’ve been walking in the dessert,
knee deep in sand that has grown wet from a storm.
Overnight, the sand fills my bed and grows around me,
like a cocoon that I must slip out of every morning,
breaking free of its shell so that I can sit up.
I have to push my way through the sand so that I can leave it behind,
and yet, it still fills my pant cuffs and pockets.
I could tell her about all the times I have had to brave the marshlands,
The rods of grass are full of tricksters,
the fog hiding everything from me,
and nothing is what it seems.
I try to see through the grass so that I can
find my way to the path.
It will show me the way to safety,
I know this,
and yet the grease filled smoke distorts my mind,
shapes in front of me change and morph
until I have lost my way.
I don’t know where I am within myself most days
and have lost the pathway to safety.
I could tell her all of this,
but when I look at her eyes I can see
that even if I were to tell her any of that,
she would not understand.
Instead, I say:
“Of course, the weather.”
and I leave it
at that.
Posted on November 13, 2024 by Jamieson Wolf
I’m so excited to be able to share this!
I’m teaching a class for the Obsidian Academy of Esoteric Arts! I mean, how awesome is that? I’m so thrilled to be teaching a class and I’m honoured to be part of the faculty this year.
Mark your calendars! On November 26th, 7:30 – 9 PM ET I will be teaching my online workshop called The Creative Spark!
Learn how you can use Tarot to shape your story before you even put words on the page. Everyone has a creative spark, but how do you take that spark and make it into a flame? Tarot can show you the way.
There are still spots available. You can learn more here: https://www.monicabodirsky.com/shop/obsidian2
I had to think for a while about what I wanted to teach about and then it occurred to me that I’d used tarot to write my novel Queen of Swords. I’ve used tarot cards a lot while writing. They might clear up a plot point for me or help me plot a character or part of the story.
It’s one thing to do it on my own, but I really had to lay out how you can go about using tarot cards to help guide you on your writing. The workshop includes a lecture, a powerpoint presentation and a handout that you can take with you to keep the magic going.
I’m so excited to be able to teach this workshop! I hope those of you who are called to it can join me on this adventure. If you sign up soon, you can also attend Crafting Ghost Stories by the Fire with Sasha Graham who is teaching her course next week.
See you in class!
Posted on October 12, 2024 by Jamieson Wolf
I came out to myself, first.
It happened in the forest
that I would retreat to
when I closed my eyes.
There was a word for people like me.
The crows would call out the name to each other
and it sounded like home.
The way the crows said the word was like music,
instead of the rush of violent wind that would
burn and hurt
when others spoke the word like a
slap
across my face.
I was unsure whether the forest would accept me,
or if I wouldn’t be able to find acceptance,
even from myself.
The forest held mirrors tucked
into the branches and they watched me
like eyes amongst the dark.
I could see pieces of myself,
fragments of who I was,
who I pretended to be.
Going deeper into the trees,
their pine needles and leaves brushing my skin,
I came a star tucked into path.
It shone so brightly that the soil that I walked upon
was alight with the possibility of something different,
where I didn’t have to be afraid of who I was.
There were scuff marks along the stars surface,
as if the trees had tried to cushion its fall.
I stood there,
the cries of the crows in the distance,
looking at the star
knowing that if I took hold of it,
people would
stare, point, glare, judge, hate, destroy, misunderstand, hurt, ridicule, mock, fear
me because I would shine brighter than others,
a whole rainbow of colours,
but I knew that there were others who would love me.
The wind brought me the music of the stars above me
shining down at one of its brethren
fallen to the ground to bring comfort.
I reached down at took hold of the star,
dug my fingers into the dirt
so that I could feel the dirt and gravel under my fingernails
and pulled the star free.
That night in the forest,
I chose to no longer lie to myself.
As I gently opened my eyes,
I could the sounds of the crows around me and the soft music
of a shooting star.

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Jamieson Wolf has written a compelling story about navigating multiple sclerosis and cerebral palsy. His story will touch your heart, make you cry, then laugh, and inspire you. A touching memoir with a bit of magic…and tarot! ~ Theresa Reed, author of The Tarot Coloring Book
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