Speculative Fiction and Poetry
Klaatu Barada Nikto by Phil Temples
Klaatu Barada Nikto Phil Temples The spaceman stealthily approached the flying saucer in the Washington Mall. As he got closer, he was surprised to find that the MPs previously standing guard around the perimeter were now lying on the ground unconscious. His faithful robot,…
A World Created by Alyson Tait
A World Created Alyson Tait “I am going to make the world—piece by piece, bead by bead. The felt will be the black sky — outer space — an endless sea of possibilities. It is a beginning. And with any luck, the end.” ***…
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…
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…
Earth Tours: Submerged by J.H. Malone
Earth Tours: Submerged J.H. Malone I work for EarthTours, but not as a travel agent. I’m a host, guide, and fixer for our clandestine guests from the stars. Potential tourists contact EarthTours via our deep-web .onion site. We prepare these alien visitors highest-quality counterfeit…
Star Greeting by Wendy S. Delmater
Star Greeting Wendy S. Demater The elven constellations are cataloged by scholars Some are named for objects—the Plow and the Bear. Some are named for historical figures, Commemorating this elven scholar, that artisan, a well-loved king. All are elves gone on to the halls…
An Ambassador Recollects Earth by Jennifer Ruth Jackson
An Ambassador Recollects EarthJennifer Ruth Jackson Travelers, I knew your world, onceI saw your gods paintYour watery sky with theirBackstroke brushstrokesMolecules banging like horny teenagersTo construct your air in a lazy grace I sampled it, forced it into my bodyThe invisible blade of breathTucking…
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