Holly Lyn Walrath

“Each day Marda gets closer. The sub circles coral reefs off the coasts, where mermaids are said to like the colors of the schools of fishes, and train them to swim around their necks like jewelry or live behind their ears, beneath their long hair. Sometimes mermaids like shallow places, but mostly they like the dark and the beautiful, uncharted, abandoned, soulless parts of the undiscovered world.”
― Holly Walrath, Pulp Literature Issue 7 Summer 2015

“But he goes all quiet. His ghost eyes roll / up in his head, white-on-white-on-white, / and he runs his shaking hands over his scars, / looks up like he’s going to wish on a / star.”
― Holly Walrath, The 2017 Rhysling Anthology: The best science fiction, fantasy & horror poetry of 2016 selected by the Science Fiction Poetry Association

“They construct billboards out in the sea, painted allegories adorn their facades, hawking sex and sentiment to the opulent, the fortunate
of the people of fortune, who bury their dead in the sand where the light of heaven is closest at dawn, and farther and farther away at twilight.”
― Holly Walrath, Mithila Review Issue 8

“It’s amazing how much easier it is to bake a cake when you’ve got an eternity to get it right.”
― Holly Walrath, Luna Station Quarterly: Issue 030