Poetry: Two Poems

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subway bustle
makes us
tired and hungry
makes us
want to hide
inside ourselves read more >>

Creative Nonfiction: The Odysseus Agreement

Marcus once told me he has no memory of what it feels like to not suffer. You’re exaggerating, I told him. He insisted he wasn’t. You are, I fought back. Everyone has one memory, at least.

Marcus concedes little. “Well, maybe I was happy for like a day or two.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, that’s it. So that’s that.” read more >>

Essay: In Space, No One Cares About the Documentation

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In Science Fiction circles, we readers are always awarding points to authors who manage to make reasonably accurate predictions. Being able to introduce prescient ideas in fictional words means that the author must have had knowledge of some frontier of knowledge and reported it back to the rest of us. In today’s world, news of scientific and technological advances travels quickly, unencumbered by gaps in communication structure or a lack of undersea cable. Practically speaking, knowledge and discoveries move more quickly from the frontier to the lands laypeople inhabit than ever before. read more >>

Fiction: Vertical Leapland

In the last two weeks at Vertical Leapland, fifteen kids have broken a leg. Taylor’s boyfriend, Alejandro, shows her the security footage in the back office after work. read more >>

Poetry: #TED2016

I wear black leather.
Burberry biker jacket and black
biker boots, trimmed in blood red.
That’s what one wears to TED read more >>