Speculative Fiction and Poetry
The Report by Lori R. Lopez
The Report Lori R. Lopez Humans were the last to be subdued, loaded into cavernous vessels. They were the most savage and unruly, despite advances, the level of their current development, proving themselves less civilized as a Race than predetermined. I enter the observation… 
The Haggards by Lori R. Lopez
The Haggards Lori R. Lopez In this place frolick elementals, conjuring for the sake of eldritch spirits departed. Copses of trees had knit tangled patches, eventually creeping close enough to be designated a Wood. Though not your average bird-singing sun-dappled collection of dense thickets,…
The Bluster by Lori R. Lopez
The Bluster Lori R. Lopez Wind shrieks, fit to be tied Not that she ever could. A futile effort Quixotic folly to attempt Like tilting at Windmills and expecting The blades to…
The Black Fog by Lori R. Lopez
The Black Fog Lori R. Lopez A fog thick and umbral settled A wave of night in afternoon, clammy Opaque as a New Moon, hooding my face Vision clouded, I fumbled through haze Baffled by a dreary dismal expanse, lost Within coalish gauze, my…
Skin-Deep by Lori R. Lopez
Skin-Deep Lori R. Lopez Curt was terrified of Ticks. Not the kind you heard at night, paranoid a bomb was near and it was just your clock. The ones with a head and mouth that drank blood. The buggy type that carried disease; that…
No Humans Allowed by K. A. Williams
No Humans Allowed K. A. Williams humans build androids androids revolt humans kept as pets sign in shop window – “no humans allowed”
Clone Expeditions by K. A. Williams
Clone Expeditions K. A. Williams man wants to seed worlds space travel risky clone expeditions
Roly Poly by Jim Davies
Roly Poly Jim Davies There was a little baby bear named Roly Poly Sprout. She loved to roll down grassy slopes, which made her mother shout. On one bright day the little cub shocked mama with her sass, when she went to the mayor’s…
Where the Light Cannot Go by Crystal L. Kirkham
Where the Light Cannot Go Crystal L. Kirkham Deep, deep down they go. Where no man had dared before. Black like ink, deadly pressure in the deep. What could survive down there? They shouldn’t have gone, for now they know. Monsters never seen before….
Perfection by Crystal L. Kirkham
Perfection Crystal L. Kirkham Alter this. Change that. Tweak the code. Make it perfect. Remove the defects—real and imagined. Skin, hair, eyes, height, and weight. Gender. That’s an easy one. Made to order perfection. A world of children that look the same. Beautiful. Stunning….
It’s Time For A Change by K. A. Williams
It’s Time For A Change K. A. Williams The shape-shifter said, as she looked in the mirror, “It’s time for a change.”
Young Dragon Rider by K. A. Williams
Young Dragon Rider K. A. Williams Young dragon rider has tamed her beast and will fly until dark.
Who I Am: a Biocomic-Philosophical Poem by Yuan Changming
Who I Am: a Biocomic-Philosophical Poem Yuan Changming Looking up to The darkish infinity of The outer space, I see How a star has been growing Only to die, in (holographic) parallel With a cell within my body & come to know my protobeing…
Living vs Lived by Yuan Changming
Living vs Lived Yuan Changming All the time, we have been living well With free will until now we start To be lived by algorithm Within the Information cocoon, for the internet With chips, among robots, yes We are…
Red Moon Promised: A Haunting Vision by Yuan Changming
Red Moon Promised: A Haunting Vision Yuan Changming Perhaps in a dream or delirium, but He did clearly see an enlarged furry beetle Green-backed, yellow-bellied, flat-bodied Long neck reaching up like a cobra Head looking the same as his first class- & Sex-mate named…
Charcoal Dragon by Herb Kauderer
Charcoal Dragon Herb Kauderer He lives in the cool dry deserts to the north where no one expects a creation of wood & flame reduced to carbon & ash. Here scribes and artists seeking to harvest his magic for chronicling and etching, badger him…
Of Dragons And Man by K. A. Williams
Of Dragons And Man K. A. Williams The mother dragon, too big to sit on her egg, breathes out a warm breeze. Not like the hot flame she blew on that horrid knight who came in her cave. The egg is cracking – a…
Baby Dragons by K. A. Williams
Baby Dragons K. A. Williams Baby dragons learn how to fire up a knight very fast.
Dragons by K. A. Williams
Dragons K. A. Williams Dragons Powerful, merciless Scaly, flying, ancient Death to careless knights Fire-breathers
The First Dragon by Herb Kauderer
In ancient days the wizard Aderyn sequestered himself in a stone keep on the side of Cadair Idris determined to make a new kind of creature, one greater than the clumsy golems of the mainland conjurers more controllable than the creatures called up by…
Skyhook by Herb Kauderer
Skyhook Herb Kauderer With Carlos’ plea for asylum granted he stands in a polarized glass dome. ‘Truly a grand cathedral’ he thinks and ‘it holds the tallest steeple in creation.’ He whispers a small prayer, happy to be out of danger. He stands with…
A Night In, Shining Armour by David Barber
A Night In, Shining Armour David Barber It appeared in the Throne Room apparently, announced by unseen choirs and blinding light, and they say there was the purest scent too, of goodness and innocence, like the smells of childhood or clean linen perhaps, and…
Let Sleeping Fear Lie by Ed Blundell
Let Sleeping Fear Lie Ed Blundell Sunset snarls like a scornful sneer Across the bleeding horizon. The day dies badly, night descends, Like a blunt axe hacking the land. Black things of darkness slither out, Slimy sliding into sad dreams. The hairy spiders of…
Surprise by Ed Blundell
Surprise Ed Blundell A whirl of wind whips up dead leaves, A bright, white moon hangs in the sky, Indifferent stars shine silver. She walks alone across the park, Along the dark and twisting path, Gazing about her nervously. There have been slayings in…
The House-G(ue)host
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Parabolae by F.J. Bergmann
Parabolae F.J. Bergmann endless drifting through vacuum waiting for perihelion heliotropic collection array opens curved mirrors starlight funneled to a red cup one hydroponic tulip
Jadis by F.J. Bergmann
Jadis F.J. Bergmann Once, elsewhere, and never again, there was a castle: high, high in mountains above the sea of bright clouds, among the stars, silence spilling from its windows, a waterfall from its gate, the silver cataract diffusing into vapor a thousand leagues…
Hatchling by F.J. Bergmann
Hatchling F.J. Bergmann Why would a clutch of eggs the size of pea gravel have been laid at the peak of a dune so steep it towered like a sandstone cliff above the sea? One eggshell lay already broken in the nest of soft…
Fairytale by F.J. Bergmann
Fairytale F.J. Bergmann The dragonfly stepmother lurks on the other side of the glass, watching the forgotten daughter. Her twin sons cluster around her like budding crystals with internal flaws, dangerous edges. The girl would not let them touch her. After the mirror screamed,…
Call From Space by K. A. Williams
Call From Space K. A. Williams The call from space that we’ve been waiting for has come at last. “Hi.”
Terraforming Mars by K. A. Williams
Terraforming Mars K. A. Williams Terraforming Mars brought back wildlife and plants to the dead world.
The Gray Man by K. A. Williams
The Gray Man K. A. Williams He comes to warn us Gray Man on Pawleys Island The hurricane’s here
Robots by K. A. Williams
Robots K. A. Williams Robots Loyal, smart Protective, enduring, mighty Man’s new best friend Androids
The Robot Soldiers by K. A. Williams
The Robot Soldiers K. A. Williams The Robot soldiers Our only line of defense Aliens attack
from Dark Watcher: Cryptid Critter Poems by Richard Stevenson
octo-squatch has eight furry legs and a furry head the Basque mountain roads get cold best wear a Squatch Skin coat. * Tahoe Tessie’s on a tear! Took off with Mawsie’s underwear! * the Lake Van Monster – kin to the Mosasaurus – snagged…
The Settee & The Stairs by David Barber
The Settee & The Stairs David Barber Author Sea Chart, insisted the old chap, a stroke making words slippery as soap, though we had come to an understanding, like a glimpse of sky through forest canopy: a séance friction writer from his youth, famous…
On the Recycling Day by Yuan Changming
On the Recycling Day Yuan Changming One neighbor took out a blue box Full of cat skulls and dog legs Rather than glass or plastic bottles Another carries out a yellow bag Containing human bones, mostly children’s Instead of magazines or paper products A…
(R)Evolution by Yuan Changming
(R)Evolution Yuan Changming As giant ants march ahead in nightly arrays Demonstrating against the ruling humans Along the main street of every major city Hordes of hordes of vampires flood in, screaming Aloud, riding on hyenas and Octopuses, waving skeletons In their hairy hands,…
Speciating by Yuan Changming
Speciating Yuan Changming There are still sapiens on Earth. Often do we remember and feel more than proud that only we Godlings exist – the most sophisticated & most exquisite human-robot compounds. It is true that occasionally we cannot help recalling one or two…
Towards Gaxyland by Yuan Changming
Towards Gaxyland Yuan Changming Come, come You peng from the Zhuangzian northern darkness You swan from the Horacean meadows You pheasant from under Li Bo’s cold moon You oriole from Dufu’s green willow You dove from the Dantean inferno You phoenix from Shakespeare’s urn…
Translator Malfunction by Lauren McBride
Translator Malfunction Lauren McBride translator malfunction away team was asked how they past the thyme en-root This poem first appeared in Scifaikuest May 2014, print issue.
Stationed on a Gas Giant by Lauren McBride
Stationed on a Gas Giant Lauren McBride around noon, the dark swirling clouds turn yellow and the gas miners can see to read outside by sunglow for a blissful hour they switch the lights on their pressure suits off This poem first appeared…
Pink, with Feathers by Lauren McBride
Pink, with Feathers Lauren McBride Dad says that on New Earth, the most popular pet is the pird – some kind of pig-bird. When our ship lands, I guess we’ll see if pigs can fly. This poem first appeared in Spaceports & Spidersilk July…
Singularity by John C. Mannone
Singularity John C. Mannone I approach the event horizon of what looks like a spinning black hole just a little too close whether by accident or miscalculation, it doesn’t really matter. My sensors sample wind from stars caught in its grip: a fierce tsunami…
Matter of Life by Helga Anton-Beitz
Matter of Life Helga Anton-Beitz having tenure on electron’s term so busy buzzing not too distant by no means too close to the very core in any circumstances at an insane pace for annihilation lurks in the fine print
Of What Do Superior Beings Dream? by Dean Schreck
Of What Do Superior Beings Dream? Dean Schreck First published in New Myths #25 December 1, 2013 I wonder, of what do Superior Beings dream; of what is there to dream, once the stars have been subdued to but a cultured string of pearls…
Black Hole by Dean Schreck
Black Hole Dean Schreck First published in Space and Time Issue #71 Winter 1987 Black hole, relinquish your secrets— are you nothing, or are you something more? Do you sit on the edge …
Reaching Out by Frank Coffman
Reaching Out Frank Coffman The first steps–through faltering progress–reached the moon. And then we dreamt out on the goal of Mars. Indeed, we got there–in Earth-years fairly soon– Then outer planets, their moons, next beckoning stars. Propulsion was the key: how that much speed…
Poison Pie by Lori R. Lopez
Poison Pie Lori R. Lopez An exotic raven-maned accomplice with a black satin floor-length gown glides forth in strides of diabolic grace. I follow, my face a broken frown . . . Ill-at-ease, my own steps clunking…
Real-Estate by Lori R. Lopez
Real-Estate Lori R. Lopez The Handyman arrived in a snorting hiccupping Pick-Up. He consulted a small notepad page containing scribbles. The job posting listed this address. It must be the place. A For Sale Sign leaned at an angle …
Grim House by Lori R. Lopez
Grim House Lori R. Lopez Sordid and austere, ill-wrought beyond compare, A creaking morbid mass feared and loathed by name — Grayer than the sky, a mood of withering glare, Uprooted from her soil, on barge and wheels came. Of timbers born afar in…
Unfair Trade by Lori R. Lopez
Unfair Trade Lori R. Lopez We were a crew of idealists — sailing a rustbucket mortgaged spacecraft transporting products between planets, a jumbo deliveryboat manned by seven — adventurers reaching for the Stars. The latest voyage of our merchant vessel would lead us to…
A Thousand Light Years Away by Ann Christine Tabaka
A Thousand Light Years Away Ann Christine Tabaka Distant stars, held in our hands, a thousand light years past. Seeking a reason for existence, our disguise falls away. Plummeting down a black hole into infinity, abstract notions rise. Finding oneself in a vision of…
Runaway Greenhouse Effect by David C. Kopaska-Merkel
Runaway Greenhouse Effect David C. Kopaska-Merkel Pastel pink saucers and their precious cargo: tiny round-cheeked critters and their mysterious heat-sucking tech drive a surprisingly hard bargain we got to keep Zanzibar and grateful for that
First Step: Transformation by Ann Christine Tabaka
First Step: Transformation Ann Christine Tabaka The child walked away, he did not look back. Trees were his only witness. A lifetime of hidden shame, sins of the father, no longer a shadow clinging to his flesh. The forest swallowed him whole, and there…
It Fell From the Sky by Ann Christine Tabaka
It Fell From the Sky Ann Christine Tabaka It fell from the sky in a blue-green cast, singing songs of the mundane. Swept under the rug of indifference, it continued to play its requiem. It grew stronger with each coarse breath it took. Scratching…
Old Venus by David Barber
Old Venus David Barber Fuel gauge tapping empty, the rocket skims leviathans awash in steaming seas, before it sinks into the wet and suck of lush swamps. A hero makes his own luck. In the pulps, the feisty blond reporter has to be rescued…
Martian Microbes by Lauren McBride
Martian Microbes Lauren McBride They stretch out pseudopods – interlacing, interconnecting, becoming a vast mat of intelligence beneath the red surface sand. An amoeboid brain subsiding on soil perchlorates and nitrates. A colony of individual cells, independent thoughts . . . Another object is…
From the First Marine Astrobiology Expedition by Lauren McBride
From the First Marine Astrobiology Expedition Lauren McBride To My Dear Wife, I think I bathed in the toilet – the one thing in the bathroom that holds water. Remember they’re sentient fish, dear. They probably “go” in the water, and have no need…
Four Haikus by Baishampayan Seal
Four Haikus Baishampayan Seal dinosaurs extinct Alcubierre drive utilized the best possible way feeding my infant her mother’s polycarbonate breast truckload of alkaline cells ration supply for hominid-android war humans refugees in their own planet
The Sonata Machine by Logan Thrasher Collins
The Sonata Machine Logan Thrasher Collins beneath an expanse of darkness shot through with glimmering gadzillions of echoing stars, we stand, wetware toes braced against the soil’s diasporic discourse of moistly coded lactone linguisms and attoscale electrostatic blurs. we react, counteract, crickity-crack, sparking cascades…
Windhover Hall by Krista Canterbury Adams
Windhover Hall Krista Canterbury Adams Under the winter archway of oak branches my crystal hands touch the closed eyelids of Eos-Aurora, Light-bringer of Heaven. This Owl’s Head dawn moves us in our quiet wandering—step in at the iron gate, letting our heat of fever…
Tonight by Krista Canterbury Adams
Tonight Krista Canterbury Adams In the windows of the grand House, light after light trails Away into sleep. Here, a long-eared owl Flies above the garden, above all The poor flowering things, earthbound, Risking heavy feet. Owls are punishment. You said that to me…
At the sacred fire on the riverbank by Krista Canterbury Adams
At the sacred fire on the riverbank Krista Canterbury Adams Under flame-faced Lyra, in celestial sanctuary we tend in pairs, burnt eyed. We study the vast ecliptic like a holy writ held alight in the sky, we keep the flame from sputtering out. But…
Old Moon by Krista Canterbury Adams
Old Moon Krista Canterbury Adams Have pity—I hear paw steps on the path behind me, radiant in the sun-wood. I too have bent soft paw against soft earth, blameless against the call. I have seen you lie at the feet of Andromeda, eager to…
Free the Droids – Protest Songs by Christopher Collingwood
Free the Droids – Protest Songs Christopher Collingwood Protest Song 1 (Can you Hear it Beating?) There’s a price to pay When you treat me this way There’s a way you feel When you chain me to the wheel Can you hear it beating?…
Where No One’s Gone Before by Lee Hart
Where No One’s Gone Before Lee Hart In the height of the 13th century, We marched from Venice to the China sea. Our brave explorers crossed the land, Through heathens strange, adventures grand. Returning with exotic spices, Gunpowder, and other vices. …
Engineer Disease by Lee Hart
Engineer Disease Lee Hart Hello Mrs. Murphy, how has Tommy been today? You said he stays indoors and reads while others are at play? He doesn’t care a bit for sports, and doesn’t watch TVs, Unless it’s a computer screen of mindless jargonese? You…
Stardust by Lee Hart
Stardust Lee Hart Entropy’s clearly not our friend. We’ll all be stardust in the end, When Sun, with mighty nova blast, Shreds Earth into the cosmos vast. Then every molecule of us Is blown to interstellar dust. Approaching lightspeed, fragments hurled, For capture by…
Abdul Abulbul Amir by Lee Hart
Abdul Abulbul Amir Lee Hart Now tales have been told of pirates of old But the name that fills me with fear Is not Captain Kidd, or the deeds that he did But Abdul Abulbul Amir. He ignored every law, every property right What…
Mining Solo by Lauren McBride
Mining Solo Lauren McBride on this barren asteroid at night, the silence wakes me no soft rain no rustling breeze through leaves no frog lullaby nor chirping crickets not even an incessantly barking dog for company This poem first appeared in Star*Line 41.4, Fall…
In Monster Years, I’m Old by Lauren McBride
In Monster Years, I’m Old Lauren McBride First my claws grew brown and brittle; then I started drooling spittle. All my knees began to ache, and several legs began to shake. My stomach pooches, back hunches, scales have wrinkled into bunches. Lost another tooth…
Point of View by Lauren McBride
Point of View Lauren McBride At the end of each workday mining frozen gasses I pause at the airlock and remove my face mask letting my eyes mist in the bitter alien air not so different from home-world. Through acrid tears, I stare at…
The Topological Twist by Lee Hart
The Topological Twist Lee Hart It used to be the Bottom’s Up, Just one flight down from the heat. The best booth had a window With a worm’s eye view of the street. Alas, it soon went bankrupt, But it will not be missed….
High Grade Ore Lee Hart
High Grade Ore Lee Hart Now Murphy was a spacer. A miner, nothing more. A bit of human jetsam lost in night’s Plutonian shore. Until he found that asteroid, and entered into lore… Him and 40 kilotons of high grade ore. He’d manned…
Five Haiku by Denny E. Marshall
Five Haiku Denny E. Marshall (1st Published in Star*line) brain operation happy it is not a tumor sad alien died new baby robot change the oil and oil filter again and again earths gravity dies finally things are looking up aliens erase brain cells…
Five Haiku by Denny E. Marshall
Five Haiku Denny E. Marshall (1st Published in Scifaikuest) roswell aliens buried like final report twin offspring survive didn’t want to hear windows software not valid on deep space mission worst solicitor grim reaper on other planets earth called by maiden name water bad…
Pterosaur Sighting Report by Richard Stevenson
Pterosaur Sighting Report Richard Stevenson O.K. So let me see if I got this straight. You say you saw a pterosaur – not a dinosaur – gotcha – but a giant featherless flying reptile? Would that be a Pteranodon or a pterodactyl, m’am –…
Monster of the Mere by Richard Stevenson
Monster of the Mere Richard Stevenson Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust Reserve, Martin Mere, Ormskirk, Lancashire – not the sort of place you’d expect honkin’ big swans and ducks to just disappear! Somethin’ the size of and weight of a truck must be comin’ up…
Pocket ‘Squatch by Richard Stevenson
Pocket ‘Squatch Richard Stevenson Ain’t got a paunch, Mama. Ain’t got a lottta hair on top. Got a hankerin’ for Pita and Hummus, Mama. Wanna go for a cuppa joe? Wanna go for a walk? Or just stay home and snuggle In fronta the…
The Glass Jar Present by Don Webb
The Glass Jar Present Don Webb Everything we perceive comes to us from the past. Everything we do goes into the future. — proverb Fil, grandson of Filip, grandson of Phillip, discovers a large glass jar in the side of a mound. It will…
Playing near You by Grove Koger
Playing near You Grove Koger They’ve scheduled the end of everything, and I just thought you’d want to know. We’re all invited, although naturally there’ll be a limited number of front-row seats available on a first-come, first-served basis. If I were you, I’d act…
Kushii by Richard Stevenson
Kushii Richard Stevenson Lake Kusharo on the northern island of Hokkaido, Japan, can claim its own thirty- to- sixty-foot crater lake cryptid. Dubbed Kushii, she’s dark brown with a horse-like head with two giraffe-like stubby nubbins and broad boat bottom back. Plesiosaur or serpent?…
Hoan Kiem Turtle by Richard Stevenson
Hoan Kiem Turtle Richard Stevenson Only one Hoan Kiem Turtle left in Hoan Kiem Lake, Japan; only five specimens known to exist. Not as big as the legend has claimed, but acclaimed nonetheless. Big as a table, but soft and leathery as a couch….
Sabine Thing by Richard Stevenson
Sabine Thing Richard Stevenson The Sabine Things ain’t aggressive or mean; ain’t no gorilla escapee from some zoo: he’s a grey-haired bipedal hominid the like of me or you. Kinda shy, retirin’. Hang fire with the blunderbuss, Gus. Put away the bows and arrows,…
Quickfoot by Richard Stevenson
Quickfoot Richard Stevenson Two sightings reports in the rural U.K. – that’s all you’ve got. No hairy hominid cell phone camera pics, no scat, no hair samples. A hairy blur is all. Not interested in showing up for roll-call – let alone posing for…
Orion and the Bull by John C. Mannone
Orion and the Bull John C. Mannone When I look up to the stars in a Halloween sky I imagine a constellation of fools chasing each other round and round the ecliptic stairway, sidestepping snakes and scorpions. I don’t think Orion as a hunter…
Listening to the Relics of Our Galaxy by John C. Mannone
Listening to the Relics of Our Galaxy John C. Mannone Astrophysicists from the University of Birmingham have captured the sounds of some of the oldest stars in our galaxy, the Milky Way, according to research published today in the Royal Astronomical Society journal Monthly…
Before the Dark Reposes by John C. Mannone
Before the Dark Reposes John C. Mannone After The Coming of Light by Mark Strand Even this early, just before the dawn, before the light can burn away hatred, when sleep hangs in sticky air as flies, demons…
Bold in Blue by Breelyn Shelkey
Bold in Blue Breelyn Shelkey In a grayscale world he is Adriatic blue with a cobalt aura Deep sea pigments eyes can barely probe Bleeding technicolored streaks onto dull canvases Forever floating in sapphire oceans Basking in moon glow Sinking to soft sand bottoms…
Twinkling’s by Breelyn Shelkey
Twinkling’s Breelyn Shelkey Time, disintegrating like dust in thin air Stop. Stare. Define. Grasp. Five senses only you can master Mentally brand, continually reflect How did it make you feel? Put it on paper The universal key to never missing a blink Cosmos still…
Imagine That by Breelyn Shelkey
Imagine That Breelyn Shelkey Write down your dreams All of them The near death experiences The beautiful ones Frightening Twisted Impossible Euphoric Even the heart shattering ones Write. Them. Down. Nine times out of ten Your dreams and reality Never match up But every…
Powdered Visualizations by Breelyn Shelkey
Powdered Visualizations Breelyn Shelkey Caked in alkaline, dust in peculiar places Neon bleeds tangerines kisses Suspended bouncy merry go round Big rig hammock, pumping ten Metal lustrous structures Finicky steps to summit Lone escapades learning to say ‘yes’ Sip the Playa’s decadent nectar and…
Big Summit Prairie by Breelyn Shelkey
Big Summit Prairie Breelyn Shelkey Picturesque figures suspended between trees Flipping, bouncing, focused, balancing Mystic multicolored tiny houses Chimes trancelike abducting attention to wild dimensions Black lake mirroring galaxies Rainbow stretching miles rippling on fields vanishing upon arrival Did you see that? Fiction was…
Symbiosis by Breelyn Shelkey
Symbiosis Breelyn Shelkey Neon mesh swallows air Beckoning floating carousels Beaming painted cracked faces saluting all aboard “Tell us something, anything” Plunging into turquoise Jell-O Pushing hands through millions of molecules Technicolor tabloid squares Pastels shielding faces Let the sun lick every droplet off…
Something by Ed Blundell
Something Ed Blundell There is a silence in the night, A quiet deeper than a sound, A hush that screams a warning note That something evil is around. The wild wind drops, the clouds slip by, Tall frozen trees stand stiff and still. The…
Shrik by Ed Blundell
Shrik Ed Blundell A shriek of nature rends my soul, The sky a blood red, empty well, I fall through time, I spin in space, My face contorts, my body bends, Out of shape I twist and struggle, Trying to hold on to the…
Hunted by Ed Blundell
Hunted Ed Blundell The night falls slowly, dusky shroud, Dark shadows creep across the land, A stillness hangs upon the air, A silence sinister and chill, The creatures of the night appear. She waits, alone, beneath the stars, The silver eyes, cold and austere…
The Soultree by Ellie Rose McKee
The Soultree Ellie Rose McKee Her gnarled branches were a ribcage, straining toward the moonlit sky. Winter had been harsh upon the land, stripping her flesh, but the Soultree was a guardian, long established in her role. Come cold, come wind, lightning, rain of…
Shelves of Worlds (at Uncle Hugo’s Bookstore in Minneapolis) by Nick Ozment
Shelves of Worlds (at Uncle Hugo’s Bookstore in Minneapolis) Nick Ozment Every shelf is packed with imaginary destinations, the overflow nested in postal trays stacked five and six high forming new pathways, each tray numbered and indexed to a list tacked on the wall…
On My Way Here by Nick Ozment
On My Way Here Nick Ozment I saw a headless dog, a car with no driver driving, a yellow dress fluttering in the wind, a cloud of sorrow made manifest, a man who had eyes in the front and back, a woman with snakes…
O Human Hosts, What Big Teeth You Have by Nick Ozment
O Human Hosts, What Big Teeth You Have Nick Ozment We had seen it a thousand times before, played out on screens big and small: shiny saucers spewing bug-eyed aliens. We were primed for planet conquering conquistadors with death rays. When they came they…
The Bigfoot’s Lament by Bill Abbott
The Bigfoot’s Lament Bill Abbott (Cryptozoology Files) People. I’m tired of people. It’s why I live in the woods. Me. Yeah, me. In the woods. In the wilds. In the wilderness. In the bushes, in the trees. I’m trying to stay away from people….
The Jackalope’s Lament by Bill Abbott
The Jackalope’s Lament Bill Abbott (Cryptozoology Files) Joe the Jackalope stared at the clock. Louise was late again. He didn’t know why he ever gave her a second look, other than their kind was so rare. Mating during lightning flashes without hurting each other…
Nessie by Bill Abbott
Nessie Bill Abbott (Cryptozoology Files) Nessie sipped her coffee, thought about finding her way to the surface again just long enough to get a few things at the store, but the paparazzi. Oh, those blasted humans with their cameras. And the technology keeps getting…
Stan by Bill Abbott
Stan Bill Abbott (Cryptozoology Files) I made it, somehow. A few chickens here, a few goats there, and I made it. See, all you have to do is drink some blood, and they’ll love you online. I’m a serious, real mythical figure online, even…
Wendigo by Bill Abbott
Wendigo Bill Abbott (Cryptozoology Files) The hunger falls on me again, thought Fred. The desire for the meal that remains uneaten, the meat that is tainted by being one’s own. The thinness, the leanness, the real skinny, the hunger. The desire for more, for…
War Fog by Bill Abbott
War Fog Bill Abbott As the blood drained off the edges of the fields, we danced on the dead, proclaiming victory at the end of the fight between the forces of good and evil, knowing which side we were, as the winners. The explosions…
The Stories of the Woman, as Told to the Poet by the Passing Pilgrims by Bill Abbott
The Stories of the Woman, as Told to the Poet by the Passing Pilgrims Bill Abbott 1. Mastery In the evening of the last day of August, She chose to boast she was the strongest And most useful of the list of us. She…
Vernal Equinox by Bill Abbott
Vernal Equinox Bill Abbott This great fire burns through the cool evening, leaving a radiance of heat, a burning consumption of the wooden fuel we have stacked, leaving only a large pile of ash by morning, after the glow has given way to gray….
In January: A Chant Royal by Linda Ann Lo Schiavo
In January: A Chant Royal Linda Ann Lo Schiavo I It’s basic January’s thirty-one. The winter air grows bald without that touch Of holy, bold-brimmed harvests overrun. Gold apples underground have gone. So much Once sweet has turned acidic, black, or bare. Honed branches…
What’s in the Shadows by Linda Ann Lo Schiavo
What’s in the Shadows Linda Ann Lo Schiavo The shadow spirits roam when darkness falls. They’ll lead a drowsy, sly cotillion, fly Through secret gardens gathering masked blooms Like belladonna, foxglove, or bloodroot. Each time you jerk awake, they’re visiting, Dripping moist jewels of…
The Galilean Moons by Linda Ann Lo Schiavo
The Galilean Moons Linda Ann Lo Schiavo (inspired by Alla Luna, a poem by Giacomo Leopardi) The Galilean moons came visiting. Here’s Io, Ganymede, Europa with Callisto, cloaked in light, a splendid sight. My failures tied me to life’s dimmer side. Divine they looked,…
Cupid and Psyche by Linda Ann LoSchiavo
Cupid and Psyche LindaAnn LoSchiavo The lover’s prize is friction —— Cupid knows —— As sex re-models the interior, Begins to dangerously mural a mind. Young Psyche pocketed virginity, Kept innocence like an extra…
Third Planet from Nowhere by David C Kopaska-Merkel
Third Planet from Nowhere David C Kopaska-Merkel The water bill’s through the roof The local pawnshop won’t take Ultrapure gold anymore FBI and IRS have both been by (Thank Tech for the Memory-Erasing Ray!) The basement lab uses SO MUCH water Even 90% effluent…
π by John C. Mannone
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Offerings by Charles A. Gramlich
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A Siren for the Modern Times by Armand J. Azamar
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The Expedition by Armand J. Azamar
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The Messenger God by Armand J. Azamar
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Satellite of Sand by Armand J. Azamar
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Unstole It by Jim Davies
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The Photograph by John C. Mannone
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Giant Hogweed by John C. Mannone
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The River of Stars by Kendall Evans
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Flight of the Dragon by Kendall Evans
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His Master’s Voice by Kendall Evans
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Bring Me Moa by David C. Kopaska-Merkel
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Selected Scifaiku by Richard H. Fay
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For in that Sleep, What Nightmares… by Lauren McBride
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Shades of Brown by Lauren McBride
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Engagement: Set in Stone by Lauren McBride
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The Glass Jar Present by Don Webb
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new realities by Herb Kauderer
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career change by Herb Kauderer
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Last Gleaming by Herb Kauderer
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failed diplomacy by Herb Kauderer
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Dionysus by Andrea Laws
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Subliminal Sonnet by Robert Shmigelsky
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Occupant by Denny E. Marshall
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Breaking News (Version #1) by Denny E. Marshall
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At The Stars by Denny E. Marshall
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S Mail Received by Denny E. Marshall
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A Little Early by Denny E. Marshall
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The Unexplained by Denny E. Marshall
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Search Party by Denny E. Marshall
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Spiral Arms Sky by Denny E. Marshall
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Ode To Amanda by Denny E. Marshall
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Time Shift 28 by Denny E. Marshall
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Escape From Area 51 by Denny E. Marshall
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The Universe Electric by Denny E. Marshall
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Etiquette for the Postmodern World by A. K. Drees
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fruit of imperfection by Herb Kauderer
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recognition error by Herb Kauderer
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Computer Vows by Herb Kauderer
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Soft Scientist by Herb Kauderer
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What’s Been Left Behind by Herb Kauderer
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Leather Dragon by Herb Kauderer
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The River of Stars By Kendall Evans
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Looking Back to the Stars by Vince Gotera
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Dear Mr. Frost, or may I call you Jack . . . by Vince Gotera
Dear Mr. Frost, or may I call you Jack . . . Vince Gotera —after a particularly mild winter Where’ve you been hiding these past few months? I only had to fire up the snow blower once. It coughed miserably, neglected and forlorn, before turning over…
Sestina: Dragon by Vince Gotera
Sestina: Dragon Vince Gotera What could be more optimal for a dragon sestina than using the word “dragon” as an end word? All six end words could be “dragon,” in fact. That way there wouldn’t be any drag in having to sort out when…
National Security by Herb Kauderer
National Security Herb Kauderer state secrets vanish as new mind cleansing process redacts employee brains first published in The Detective’s Ghost & Other Little Mysteries
Joyriding by Herb Kauderer
Joyriding Herb Kauderer teenaged rebels hotwire unprovisioned spaceship miss lunch, surrender in time for dinner first published in The Detective’s Ghost & Other Little Mysteries
Mutant Driving School by Robert Shmigelsky
Mutant Driving School Robert Shmigelsky mutant driving school learning to keep all hands on steering wheel
Toasting Progress by John Reinhart
Toasting Progress John Reinhart Squeamish about testing on animals, leery of testing on myself, I grabbed the next best thing: a toaster, something I wouldn’t miss from the shelf. Squeamish about testing, my teleportation experimenting, I reached for the button and pressed – I…
Cooking with Extinction by John Reinhart
Cooking with Extinction John Reinhart Thoughtscapes of undulating brontosauri meander over the kitchen counter while we prepare our breakfast. A mastodon lounges near the toaster, absorbing a little of the extra warmth. A pterodactyl scratches at a faint memory from last night, never bringing…
voyage stranded by John Reinhart
voyage stranded John Reinhart spaceship broken spoken spellings texting homeward hopeful magic sandhills castles building telling message blankly blinking tragic captain spoken motions lighten heavy demons dreaming sadly spaceship flounders never brightens cloudy climate planet gladly texture tincture foreign fracture matter science healthy civil…
far from worship by Herb Kauderer
far from worship Herb Kauderer feathered serpent mired in steam rising from lush wet forest spined ferns reach twenty feet into sky daring you to land & vines clutch like the many handed tribes pull at you like ghosts of long murdered ancestors float,…
Djinn by Herb Kauderer
Djinn Herb Kauderer Control box of mystic switches unexplained lights wishful dials what sweet caress will fire your passion? What strange whispers will turn your head? I am your shepherd through the long journey between stars and when you finally wake from ancient slumber…
Stonehenge by Herb Kauderer
Stonehenge Herb Kauderer Phenomenon: An unaccountable occurrence. It was cold and sunny at Stonehenge. Herded 100 feet away by rope-bound rubber paths we shuffled with the crowd while clouds moved in and covered the sun. Rain spattered stones and wet the green lichen that…
Through the Ages by Herb Kauderer
Through the Ages Herb Kauderer The Pythia at Delphi observed in passing that poets touch people with their words but do so without understanding what those words mean. The poets do not understand the people either, yet their touch means so much that people seek…
Two Blue Stockings Review Podcast
