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Arlene achieved lock on the comet an A.U. out from the Delta Tango LaGrange Point. Three weeks earlier, we departed the comfort and familiarity of Europa Station, departed the familiarity that comes with the Jupiter system. In dead space, our starcraft is in a long elliptical Sol orbit en route the inner solar system as… — read more

That old oval Cheval bedroom mirror, Pulled with abandoned haste to Our brass marriage bed’s foot On a lazy summer morning (Now a hazy shared memory) Of defused light & reflections: Cups of tea on the nightstand; Sunday newspapers scattered; A plate, a half-eaten croissant; Crumbs and honey in the sheets; A nude woman, a… — read more

Most Wednesdays, the dead were burned at the crematorium. At that time, the woman and the man lived some distance from this crematorium. The two of them, the man and his wife, were temporary strangers to this Land of the Rising Sun. But on those days when the dead were properly committed to the afterlife… — read more

The uncomfortable hiss made by the closing of the coffin-like hypersleep tube focuses me. The tube is beginning the sealing operation, an operation that will put me in stasis. Outside the tube’s cold confines, beyond its claustrophobia, one will find the curved inner hull that constitutes a portion of the “Starcraft Bright Star,” which glides… — read more

The snow comes overnight. In the early-morning dark, Yama opens the blast cover of the window of his quarters. Outside, the white blanket of snow runs across the long stretch of beach that borders the Complex. The moisture collectors are already at work. He watches them move in dead silence, posed on the pure white… — read more

Just heard Beethoven’s Romance For Violin and Orchestra No. 2 in F major, Opus 50, and my thoughts drift to a music memory when on a sultry late-summer afternoon in a wide grassy field next to a meandering green water river and the two of us on a blanket the color of her eyes and… — read more

Investigating the possibility of Swedish Meatballs this weekend if I’m able to obtain dill, or at least dream of those drunken Oslo nights spent assembling IKEAs with the wrong instructions. — read more

The fire was dead and cold, and mirrored my disposition when I left my humble cabin near a bucolic babbling brook nestled deep within the Outlands Steppe, making my way down the mountain trail to the Wayward Docks on the River Fury. To make pilgrimage to that place where all rivers lead: Donutland. Now, aboard… — read more

The toasted Everything bagel is covered with a smear of Cream Cheese and shavings of Lox and a few pickled capparis spinosa berries dotted here and there in the spread like a white Christmas Tree I.S.O. of a stand and, with mouth agape and taste buds in anticipation, I lock my teeth down on This… — read more

Our Love floats us as cotton candy dirigibles do,And, with a Kiss, your corset tightens, too. For Passion is but a steam-driven locomotive,With you, the Conductor, and me, the Engine, emotive. — read more