Category Archives: Poetry

Wade German Solarized The sun again was god, so we returned To ancient ways and bowed in solar prayer, Abandoning all earthly hope and cares Before the benediction rite – then burned. Now bathed in ebon light of black hole … Continue reading →

Alexandra Seidel New Worlds   I would make my world from blood and stone a place where hungry gods find solace in granite, in basalt, in marble that looks like rosy flesh frozen in time I would make my world … Continue reading →

The day that they dismantled Armageddon, We wiped our brows & drew a righteous breath To see contentions that the Cold War fed on Now cooled another few degrees from death. Nine megatons of bunker-busting madness Had joined a rusted … Continue reading →

  Howard V. Hendrix Astronauts Anciently Out of Eden if naked to the invisible eye from space all of us ever since Adam from Eve saw that they were and everybody was as the voice still on legs hissed who … Continue reading →

Lida Broadhurst Lessons From Swimming   Children swim back and forth in the pool, their skins mirroring greens and blues, as if slowly, slowly, they are changing into aliens. Their hands and arms slice the water into runes, shaping messages … Continue reading →

                  Event Horizon by Wade German How perfect and symmetrical the sphere Our ageless, vast galactic center holds: That god-like, ebon countenance so cold, Devouring all substance it draws near. From that … Continue reading →

Dico, King of Hat Tricks by Linda D. Addison (for Stephen) Let us discuss allegro: warp speed feet relinquishing all to frontal is goals, devouring records. Pull on your cleats my effortless ally, I will be grass under your feet … Continue reading →

Michael R. Fosburg How Strange the Starship’s Shudder How strange the starship’s shudder that rattles fragile proteins and trembling acids like a shaman rolling bones across the firmament to scry a future shifting like the waters of a vanished world. … Continue reading →

Bruce Boston Artist Stranded on the Left Bank Having scaled the mountains of the moon with no Sherpa for a guide, having eaten steak and kidney pie in the depths of despair in a diminutive pub in Soho, having consumed … Continue reading →

Jason McCall Wormhole The shortest space between us is a cooperative heaven and I will dare reaching into the universe and its sly belly as long as you are on the other side _______________ Jason McCall’s debut collection, Silver, is … Continue reading →