“Memoirs of a Bounty Hunter” by Frederick G. Soper

A red-haired woman, a long-haired man and a cowboy fight in a chaotic space-port saloon brawl

I am a bounty hunter. I had never been and never wanted to be anything different, until now. I have chased Sally "Twinkle Toes" Barnett for over six months. She took me to Ganymede, Titan, and finally Moon Shadow, where I caught up with and arrested her. Sally got her nickname when she a little … Continue reading “Memoirs of a Bounty Hunter” by Frederick G. Soper →

10 Years Ago in Planet… “Konen in Recovery” by Andrew G. McCann

The plump, balding psychoanalyst shifted in his chocolate-brown Naugahyde Execu-Chair. He looked down briefly, then up, his expression a mask. The air-conditioner hummed softly as he spoke to the large, battle-scarred warrior sitting on the client side of the white Formica desk. "Konen, I'm not, uhhh, that is, it might be perhaps more efficacious were … Continue reading 10 Years Ago in Planet… “Konen in Recovery” by Andrew G. McCann →

“The Third Law” by Keith P. Graham

Mosaic-style scene of a couple embracing in a sickroom and in spacesuits floating near Jupiter and a space station

"Emma!" Mike yelled. Emma's body spun slowly, with one hand stretched out as though reaching for something. The other hand clutched the node of controls at her chest. She did not answer. There were yellow lights blinking along the side of her pressure suit. The telltale on Mike's control panel blinked a failure light on … Continue reading “The Third Law” by Keith P. Graham →

Through the 100 Meter Lens, by Allen Itz

Painting of a huge red sandstone rock formation in swirling red, yellow and purple bands under a pale blue sky

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 42 (August 2004). Illustration: “Red Rocks” by Robert Sorensen we will see it allthe beginningand the end beforethe beginningand beyondto all beginningsand all endingsuntil finallywe will see itthe face of itwho/that startedall the marbles rollingthe god-awesome itsome call theawesome god of allmaybe/maybe notfor it is what it isunchanging until … Continue reading Through the 100 Meter Lens, by Allen Itz →

Martian Dreams, by Nancy Wilcox

The planet Mars, orange-red with dark markings and a white polar cap, against a dark background

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 42 (August 2004). Illustration: “Marz” by Nas A. Glass Ancient seas call meacross a sand-blasted plain,across forever. Ghost-water storm-surgedrowns memories of beaches --transcendent waves crash. Lit by distant sun,from a cold and empty sky,red grit sifts as rain. Poem copyright 2004 by Nancy Wilcox Artwork © 2004 by Nas … Continue reading Martian Dreams, by Nancy Wilcox →

Holy Chronicles, by Nancy Wilcox

Pencil drawing of a towering masked warrior with a horned headdress and spear rising above a crowd of helmeted soldiers

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 42 (August 2004). Illustration: “Abonsam” by Robert Castillo '...and in the seventh generationworks destruction or salvation'so state the Holy Chronicles of War. But they never speak of soldiers,these chronicles of yours,only of the heroes battle-forged.What of common men?We break too easy on that anvil,there's not much holy in a … Continue reading Holy Chronicles, by Nancy Wilcox →

Cosmic Lasagna, by Sam Kenyon

Vivid painting of a red and orange mountain above green slopes dotted with dark pine trees

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 42 (August 2004). Illustration: “Red Mountain” by Robert Sorensen I dropped lasagna on my sockWho knows what this could spellConsequences flip by--circles of Hell andmelted ice cream trucks--like the numbers on a deprecated clock The jolly tinny jingle fades into a distant crashFrom a human energy unit brokendown to … Continue reading Cosmic Lasagna, by Sam Kenyon →

Route Driver, by Nathan J. Kailhofer

Crude drawing of a red blob-like monster with a huge toothy white grin against a gray textured background

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 42 (August 2004). Illustration: “Slimey” by Andrew G. McCann "No, Hart!" he shouted. "If you're going to shoot yourself in the head, do it right!" Before I could utter a word of protest, Hallan snatched the 9mm pistol out of my hands, pointed it at his grinning blue alien … Continue reading Route Driver, by Nathan J. Kailhofer →