Speculative Fiction and Poetry
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…
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…
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…