Shantell Powell is a two-spirit elder goth and swamp hag who grew up on the land and off the grid all over Canada in an apocalyptic cult. An alum of the Banff Centre for Arts and Creativity, The Writers’ Studio at SFU, Vancouver Manuscript Intensive, the LGBTQ+ Novel Immersive at GrubStreet, Roots Wounds Words, and LET(s) Lead Academy at Yale, her writing appears in Augur Magazine, On Spec, Strange Horizons, The Deadlands, and more. When she’s not writing or making things, she wrangles chinchillas or gets filthy in the woods.
Her BNW-winning story “The Snow Hath No Queen” originally appeared in Metastellar.
BRAVE NEW WEIRD: The Best New Weird Horror + More, Vol. 3, is out June 24th.
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Give us the elevator pitch of your BNW-winning story.
After all the glaciers have melted and humans subsist atop the Great Pacific Garbage Patch in a dead and stinking ocean, one man dreams of the cold. Hans Christian Anderson’s “The Snow Queen” meets the Mother of the Sea from Inuit cosmology in a cli-fi fairy tale.
This world is friggin' Weird in a lot of ways right now, and many of those ways are not the fun kind. What secret tips can you share to help others navigate this mess on a daily basis?
If something freaks me out, I turn it into a story. I find this therapeutic. I think it’s common to a lot of horror writers.
Do you take naps?
I always have, but now that I’ve got long COVID, sometimes the naps take me.
On the Tenebrous Discord board, we ask everyone to introduce themselves as a Film-meets-Music Artist (Citizen Kane x Metallica, f’rinstance). It doesn’t have to be your favorite, and don’t spend too much time overthinking it; now GO.
I’m here, I’m queer, and I’m singing in your ear. I’m Lisztomania x Skinny Puppy.
What's the capital-W Weirdest thing that's ever happened to you (that you're comfortable sharing)?
Several summers ago, I took a ferry to a remote island park. I followed a trail through the woods and found a solar-powered house. Beneath the exterior solar panel writhed a ball of mating water snakes. Two little girls in pink princess gowns watched excitedly. They brandished sparkly pink wands at the snake orgy while screaming, “Magic missile! Magic missile!” An older lady looking on smiled at me and said, “That’s what I like to call afternoon delight.”
I want this recited at my funeral. Preferably by someone in a pink princess gown.
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BRAVE NEW WEIRD: The Best New Weird Horror + More, Vol. 3, is out June 24th.