Drum Solo by Gerri Leen

Jake sat on the hillside next to his older brother Mike, a ring of boulders shielding them from casual view.  Mike leaned back against one of the stones, his drum resting against his chest, the drumstick on the ground next to him.  The paper their mother made for the camp was in a satchel that…

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A Way With Words by Aimee Ogden

The Exo was just tall enough to wedge her front pedipalps into the paper shredder beside Gretchen’s desk. Her black-and-gray mottled carapace reflected the fluorescent office light as two clacking exoskeleton limbs ransacked the shredded remnants inside. Gretchen bent over to rescue some of the white-and-black confetti raining down on her office floor just as…

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Voices in an Especially Ominous Night by J. J. Steinfeld

when you hear voices(voices almost like visions almost like frightened animals given voice, fleeing wilderness) in an especially ominous night you trapped by fitful sleep, by deceived sleep, by sleeplessness, voices as yells, screams, shouts, the roaring of confusion, as whispers articulate and inarticulate, in other languages, words from other worlds, other times, other regrets,…

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Lonely Read World Serenade by Armel Dagorn

I’m a right yo-yo here. The long walks I take with Herb always send me on soul-searching reveries. Some days the loneliness just about kills me. I think about the little girl I was; if only she could see me now on Mars! “Talk about an achievement, eh, Herb?” he just whirrs a bit. Sometimes…

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A Scavenger of Words by J. J. Steinfeld

Idiomatic idiotic remarks as the clock tick-tocks away into the memory of time. What does that drivel mean? Perhaps I should have said, or even sang out, Idiotic idiomatic remarks, the order, you know, is meaningful and full of meaning. You should be fed to carrion eaters that have no time for words only for…

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Dracula-Creole (Can English Save Pachamama?) by Jun Cola

Chatterbox climate summits are made for the anointed ones, those linguistic savvy English-speaking leaders who prate about diplomacy in a searing world. That’s how a not so welcoming COP21 caught the attention of the global community late last year. No matter how articulate, impassioned or defiant arguments are posed to fossil fuel extracting, carbon emitting…

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Welcome to Earth by Jennifer Moore

“We come in peace,” they lisped, lulling us into a false sense of security with their round childlike eyes and empty silken lips. Peace. That’s what it sounded like, without teeth or tongues to give proper shape to their words. We lowered our guns, welcoming them to the planet. Only it turned out it wasn’t…

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Ventriloquist by Richard King Perkins II

I am replete with suspension, but have no expression. You’re greeted on a sloping cliffside with circuitry muted. Pulleys have no words, but the thing I call a heart keeps the most essential few. I’m writing them here before your muscles fatigue waiting for pistons that will never move. ••• BIO: Richard King Perkins II…

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