Every Day is Exactly the Same

What if dying, over and over again, was the only way to travel in space?

Transmission №13

A Poem to Help You Lose the Persimmon Queen Contest

Serpent’s Tail

They watched the Oldsmobile pass along the street, heading for the city limits. When the car stopped at a traffic light they pulled…

A Time to Remember

Now that I am so lustreless,

What is this mark?

What is this mark upon the wall?

This rusty smear,

Does the tenant have a tale to tell?

Should he fear to share it all