Category Archives: Fiction

(this is dedicated to Laurie Anderson) I’ve seen enough of Propane and Nomex Glycerine and sound effects Accomplished with insects Sequins and excess They leave me cold There’s no meaning anyway I express my individuality By looking just the same … Continue reading →

the long spindown of the starry dynamo; billions and billions teeming through the velvet sparkle of the night.

This slow and angry lovemaking is all that we’ve got left I took your Dear Jane to heart, I carved it on my chest And when I close my eyes at night I dream of Jeanie’s breasts Because I lost … Continue reading →

(Editor’s note- The following is transcribed from a voice recording made by a crewmember aboard the cargo craft SN-107 ‘Potentate’ on the 23rd of June, 2107. Students of history will no doubt appreciate the alternate view of the events of … Continue reading →

Jim was sleeping. It wasn’t that Jim was tired- Jim didn’t get tired- so much as he knew that was what he needed to do to save energy. Because, way out here, Jim knew he couldn’t get any more fuel. … Continue reading →

Stephen turned to Udo and reached out a hand, brushing the snow from the brim of his Betacloth hat. It was worn, decades old, and glass fibres scratched through the Teflon where it had eventually worn out. “Good hunting, Udo?” … Continue reading →

Up where the air’s clear, in the White Mountains, where men and women can think as they please, a movement is forming. The boys and girls look down upon the brownish air below, the Dome peeking out through the halogenous … Continue reading →