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Hive Mind

Hive Mind Tenzin woke up before the sun came up, his eyes snapping awake and his mind instantly alert. There was no drowsy snooze, no struggle to rouse emerge from the comfort of sleep. There never was, not on this day of the year. He rolled over carefully, trying not to wake his wife Pema… Read More

extra, extra

extra, extra we found a monster in the graveyard hours. hundreds of birds had gathered around, as if in mourning. perhaps in fear. their beaks and feet and feathers were silent; the forest was just barely asleep. beside me, her flashlight crept over crushed blades of grass, insects like diamond dust swirling in its heat.… Read More

A Tale of Two Birds

A Tale of Two Birds There was a Tulip tree, older than anyone’s eyes could remember, that stole the valley. The old Tulip tree stood next to a river, who’s fervour had somewhat diminished in the current, torrid, summer months. Sounds of water lazily treading over the stones and the pebbles of the riverbed filled… Read More

Seraglios of Night

  Seraglios of Night The boy appeared out of the odd blue glare of an early summer evening on a Huffy, I think it was, and I hit him doing over sixty with the Infiniti. Laura stiffarmed the dashboard and pumped her right foot on the phantom brake of the passenger side. We both saw… Read More


Hide-And-Go-Seek “Oh shit, I think I’m IT,” I mumbled under the thumping music. Stumbling out of the third club that evening, I started to regret my decision to eat that brownie earlier. “Ren, can you—this way,” Nick said, yanking my arm to save me from the curbside that threatened to trip me. He threw his… Read More

The Virginia Round-Leaf Birch

  The Virginia Round-Leaf Birch “The first grafting apparently hurts like Hell. Several of them have died trying the process. Only one of the trees has produced successful hybridization.” Gideon Weatherford stood across from his boss’ desk - maple, maybe, or oak? Hard to tell with the coats of varnish. Behind him on the wall… Read More

Last Chance Charlie

Last Chance Charlie “Have I ever been good?” He wondered, as he entered a staring contest with the mirror. His irises were as dead as river stones. Crow’s feet stretched tightly above his cheekbones like the swirling fingers of distant nebulae. He had been in his dressing room now for 9 hours. It had been… Read More