Poetry

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...

Escape

by Emily Hockaday I escape through a wormhole and you follow me there; I make another wormhole. You hold onto my arm so I am straddling...

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...

Askew

by Dawn Macdonald A contemporary witch can ride a canister of compressed air by directing the outflow against the teeth of a plastic...

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,...

Robotic

by Overcomer Ibiteye When God died in 1942, it wasn’t really a big deal. Some of us just collapsed into slippery bloodless skins while...

Tower of Silence: The Cadaver

by Khashayar Mohammadi the martyr woke dipped in the blood of the tulips how obscene is death’s description of the battlefield the...

Tower of Silence: The Birds

by Khashayar Mohammadi if the high priest unsheathes the dagger it’s because against a libidinous cosmology sacrifice is the most...

The New Knights

by Lynne Sargent Chivalry didn’t die, it just needed a little more hopepunk: Gawain crafts fake IDs for immigrants, implants...

The Rising Subjectivity of Robots

by Bobby Parrott This ooze of organic synovial lubricant is so, well, human. We mimic you oddly sentient meat bodies all the way...

when a faerie (wronged) orchestrates revenge

by Crystal Sidell she yanks arrows from her wounded organs, collects infection seeping out each gash, (i will not die of pain unjustly...

The Pragmatist of Colony 24

by Juleigh Howard-Hobson No, I’m not ready to evacuate. Not yet, anyway. I find that I need to grab one last thing, then another. Great...

Tamales on Mars

by Angela Acosta The dry dirt of Mars could be the deserts of Chihuahua, Bolivian salt flats or the frigid Patagonian steppe. Here, my...