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Emmie Christie There’s Nothing and No One To Stop Me The house is clean so there’s nothing to stop me The dishes are fed and asleep The curtains are bare and looking out sweetly The nightstands are two whiskeys deep … Continue reading →

Ann K. Schwader Orbital Hulks High orbit is our hell. Confined aboard these unprized prizes of a distant war, we guess at our damnation from the guards who come no more. No locks, now — we may wander as we … Continue reading →

Richard Magahiz Force against force You know that port, I bet, out past the Belt. Ask Jupiter Control the way to go. I watched the lander drift past globs of ice. Dendritic ribbons wreathed the stoma lips. But their encryption … Continue reading →

Bruce Robinson Sonnet d’antan New in town, or is it the town that’s new, the streets, it’s night, what would you expect, dark and still, and yet the glow of a dancer, dream that’s strayed, look out, and there it … Continue reading →

Frank Coffman A Martian Memoir at last! we touched down! first world of the great beyond great wonders beckoned we surveyed the red terrain but was that the correct word— for “terra” implied our Earth? is marain more apt? Olympus … Continue reading →

Deborah L. Davitt Löwenmensch I hear the rumble of your roar, lion-man, rolling down through the ages straight out of the past; the sound curls around me as I study the cuts made by ancient flint into your ivory, chiseled … Continue reading →

Anna Cates The Giants of Kandahar     “During the war, many members of the US Military and Coalition     would encounter activity that would defy normality . . . UFOs,     cryptids and ghosts. Many bore witness to the immense and     immeasurable mystery … Continue reading →

Marie Vibbert Positronic Effigy A lattice      Swirled chains of salamander eggs encased in a mason jar Ruptured      Clotted synapses spread like cream on concrete Reaching      Fingers search, graze unreadable Braille Too far      The gap electrons must cross ___________________________________________________________________ Marie Vibbert’s … Continue reading →

Alicia Hilton Once There Was a Lonely Unicorn On a balmy afternoon in July, I went to the creek that snakes through the glade, following hoofprints. Too large for a goat or satyr and there was no musky scent. I … Continue reading →