Category Archives: Poetry

Rose Menyon Heflin Black Holes in Therapy   An enraged black hole So unloved by its mother Seeks to consume time   Constantly starving Eating disordered black hole Devours the dawn   Some distant black hole Very perfectionistic Never satisfied … Continue reading →

Ryu Ando The river god dreams of death by water              Click above link to read poem! ______________________________________________________________________________ Ryu Ando’s writing has appeared in many speculative literature magazines such as Strange Horizons, Pidgeonholes, Liquid Imagination, Zetetic, and more. He has … Continue reading →

Kim Goldberg Hunger   All day roaming the Char in search of food, a deep root divined with shank of rebar, this titan beetle wedged between bricks of a roofless school; pencils and other combustibles long removed by stripping blaze. … Continue reading →

Jennifer Crow   The Corn God’s Daughter   Blessed by rain, crowned with sun the god’s child lifts green arms and grows, hair of pale green silk catching every breath of wind, stalk straight, the scent of growth and rich … Continue reading →

  Tristan Beiter On Halloween, when witches walk    On Halloween, when witches walk, and ghosts emerge from open graves, the candles wait to flicker out. They guard the doorway for the brave.   The cat, assured, goes traipsing there … Continue reading →

Colleen Anderson Locks Aunty never cut my hair perhaps to enjoy the luxury where her own bristly, defiant bush was more akin to untamed weeds   Each day these golden fronds             reached toward the light             freedom of the open fields … Continue reading →

Ann Schwader   Chasma Glyphs             Hebes Chasma, Valles Marineris, Mars   We take the rains on faith here, though they came as surely as this chasma’s echoes sealed in layered sediments that whisper lake or river. Never desert. If … Continue reading →

Deborah L. Davitt In the Valleys of Venus I fell in love with a shadow today, where it stretched dim and faint before my feet in the burning lands where Venus holds sway. I might be as mad as Narcissus, … Continue reading →

M.C. Childs Dear First Officer,   Jupiter and Venus punctuate the pumpkin sunset. You know the voices of Sandhill Cranes a thousand feet overhead, the cessation of photosynthesis, the mathematics of frost.   Nevertheless when the snowmen invade, the trees … Continue reading →