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DEAR JUPITER​,
by Susan L. Lin Don’t tell the others, but you were always my favorite. Ever since I first saw your Great Red Spot on TV. They called it...
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Someday, I Identify as a Prairie
by Samuel Samba ​ Glory be to the improper plot: this acre of hand tilled hibiscus & the dying raven that slants midway, in collapsed...
The Creation of the Birds
by Lorraine Schein After the Remedios Varo painting ​ The feathered avian goddess siphons liquid starlight streaming from the high window...
it's actually really easy to hack your nintendo ds
by Danny McLaren ​ I want to change my reality / to install software other than what the manufacturer has made available / when I say I...
Embracing Robotics in a Buttonsy World
by Bobby Parrott ​ Would you consider being my peripheral device of choice? Every time my phone asks me this I know it's already a done...
heart sings to changeling heart
by Rasha Abdulhadi ​ beloved, please become beloved. i've been chasing your silhouette, but just missing you, with a busted ankle in a...
Day 2965 on Station Zed
by Chelsea Fanning ​ I sulk down to the bar and take my place beside Robo Johnny. He’s on the fritz . . . again. Seems like every day we...
The Llamacorn Herd
by Katherine Quevedo ​ like their unicorn brethren but wilder and woolier llamacorns will let you approach if you hold enough longing...
Three Mars Haiku
by Denny E. Marshall ​ mars rover explores falls into a cave records wall paintings * cover with clear dome turn small moon into...
A Washing Machine on the Moon
by Debasish Mishra ​ The immense prospects of being rich often come with a pinch of stupidity I bought seven acres and a half in the...
DEAR MARS,
by Susan L. Lin I’m writing to share my plans to investigate a murder you might know something about. Fact: This murder happened on your...
Gift of the Ancestors
by Angela Acosta Be still, let the universe breathe, for on this day, she will be born, a precious gift of the ancestors. A product of...
AAI (Aerial Agricultural Intelligence)
by Linda Neuer ​ Suddenly in fields, summer ripe, plants stand and fall at night. Pressed on the ground by breathless winds forming...
Body Politic
by Matthew Roy ​ What was the point of it all, if it was always eternity on either side? A blip and a pulse and nothingness at either end...
Google Glasses
by Ada Hoffmann ​ Ants on my corneas rearrange a stuck eyelash into labels: this deep-pillared arc, a vestibule; this flower in the sky,...
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