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Out past Hyperion Ridge lies a steep forested serpentine Vally where the Old Man domiciles in a wooden cabin near the cold-water river, and he tells tales of Heroes both Good and Bad while roasting strips of meat on pine splints over a smoky warm outside fire, the smoke from which runs deep in you.… — read more

With an unceremonious “clunk, clunk,” the ship’s NAV deploys the Starship Bright Star’s HyperBrake way short of the Titan Rendezvous on Orbit Event Sixty-Nine. On the last orbital turn, the onboard A.I. locked a Well that may potentially induce the Fold. Which, I hope, will facilitate Gravity Fast Travel (G.F.T) to the Omega Quadrant. Where… — read more

With warm popover breath, she whispers in my ear: “I knead this.” And, just like that and just off a well-worn path in Tualatin and not far down the slope from the slim dual tracks of the Portland and Western Railroad, tracks that seemingly run to infinity yet never converge, I approach that humble Establishment… — read more

Last Days for the Crowd; Our Love, a thundercloud Spreads over as a shroud As the Jester hums loud; And we are newly vowed Watching starships blast off planet As the Moon pulls close, dammit — read more

And just like that the stars straighten in front of us. Our Starcraft shakes, an effect of the Photon Phlaps™️ as we outjump from Translight at Waypoint Victor Tango IVO the SCR 1845-6357 star system. “MECO completed on schedule,” she says from her flight coach at the NAV. “I hit this one right on the… — read more

Young and green we both were the first time we, together, Tesseract portaled to the Tharis Bulge from Epsilon Delta Station, which back then was perched on the south cliff of Valles Marineris near Melas Chasma, where the clover grows thick, and my memoires of the place walk across the Plain of Sequestered Knowledge where… — read more

“Forward! To the Universe!” comes the call from the Starcraft Rocket Yards on the Otherside of Reality in the North Country where the snow littered the high mountain peaks early this Fall, and the people go to catch a dream on one of those Sleek Craft that will soon rise over the mountain plain on… — read more

“Grains of rice, grains of sand. Both fill Time’s River,” the Commander utters as she completes the final jump calculations. “Like the love of a beautiful woman,” I respond. Out ahead of us stands the Universe. Her voice flat, she says, “Cycle up the F.T.L. engines, mister.” — read more

night squid boat lights offshore we two, on that black sand beach she under black sackcloth sky stars like sand run the Night’s back warm is that night and the salt air and the moon rises and our lips join — read more