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“In your naivety,” she mutters, “you lackadaisically assumed doughnuts would be forever.” I stand aside her, clutching my maple log and trying my best to look demur. She doesn’t buy it, not for a second. “You’re trying to look demur.” She flashes me a trite smile with those perfect teeth before turning from me. “But,… — read more

Of Iron Filings and Magnetic Fields, and a craving for a Compass to guide me while she stands distant, the Time Belt hung loosely about her waist. — read more

Hot dogs and caviar, and a corset hastily untied on a day of Forever Sunsets after the tiresome mid-Winter Rain clears as well as the memory of her warmth, the memories of her bed, and how her Sumptuous Feast of Fish & Flesh struggle to present themselves, unabated. — read more

Last century when I was between duty stations and en route Japan from the United Kingdom, and K. and I were stateside again, albeit for a few weeks only, we stayed with my Mom and Dad at their big Northern Virginia house, the same house of my youth. K. and I would sleep in my… — read more

Dust blows through the streets of that old western town as he stands on the train station’s wooden platform, the weight of his six gun cloyingly pulling on his belt. High noon. He watches her approach from the platform’s south end, her bonnet diffusing the wind’s fury; then her smile opens his world. “My darling… — read more

Part One – Our Journey is Decided The decision is made: our destination (& Destiny) is New Horizons. And, only two days ago, we left the Outlands Mooring Station where we provisioned one last time and took on our three passengers: a Scientist, a Painter, and an Astrologer. Now the fact that all three are… — read more

Incurious Heaven-sent water gravitates In fat drops onto the Curve o’ the World Thirsty, yet, from the burn of Summer Not yet concluded, as a warm breath Gravitates onto the curve of her nude hip, The longing of The Centaurs’ Realm calls Where the Lovers frolick over the Wreckage Of Desire, where flotsam becomes jetsam… — read more

It is after some considerable conversations, viz. the mechanics and operation of “rocket ships” and their interactions with Tesseract wormholes, we arrive at the Method for the Travel, and, thusly, I inquire as to whether her lingerie will provide adequate bodily warmth, or if a coat will be necessary. — read more

From what I remember, the feeling is akin to being (non-French) kissed on the first date under a shared umbrella sheltering us against a spring thunderstorm. Other than that, I really couldn’t say, Miss Culpepper. — read more

In the interval after the Horde’s bug-like starcraft outjump and materialize from Owen Space, we see Tunnel Nine’s blast shield collapse in a shower of blue flame and murky smoke. Below us, the Horde starcraft are appearing in droves on the surface of Hunt’s Planet I.V.O. the Tower. “That’s it, then,” Martha says. “Yes,” I… — read more