Dark Energy, by Tony Chandler

Dark blue starfield with the red planet Mars at the right edge

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 29 (March 2001). Illustration by Carl Goodman Everything is not what you see -- the moon, the stars,the galaxies.Five percent of the universe is all we perceive,the rest of it -- Dark Matter, Dark Energy.But "all" will be seen with the eyes of Copernicus,if first we search with our … Continue reading Dark Energy, by Tony Chandler →

Future Memories, by s.c. virtes

Pale, sculpted-looking painting of a nude woman with a flowing cloak swept behind her

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 29 (March 2001). Illustration: “Dark Cloak” by Shelton Bryant we remember the futurelike a dream only less --we move forwardspread so thinstripped by the pressureuntil some fateful daywe crash togetherin our own distant memorieswith sudden color & clarityinevitableyet we're surprisedevery time it happens. Poem copyright 2001 by s.c.virtes Illustration … Continue reading Future Memories, by s.c. virtes →

Concentric (or) Allah in Circles, by Christine O’Leary-Rockey

Murky green landscape of pine trees and hills under a hazy sun

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 29 (March 2001). Illustration by Carl Goodman If God is an algorithmAs you swore one night between usThen heaven must surely exist two steps fromH E R EBeginning broken and chaoticits equations curling as snowflakes and stairwells do.And I wonder if all algorithms are truly coloricColor being purely a … Continue reading Concentric (or) Allah in Circles, by Christine O’Leary-Rockey →

Temporal Exile, by Graham Adair

Black-and-white manga-style drawing of a man clutching his head as wires burst from him amid radiating lines

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 29 (March 2001). Illustration: “Temporal” by Patrick Stacy A whining, nasal voice drifted across the air from an unseen radio somewhere above and behind, and the words were buzzy and incoherent. "Shut that damn thing off!" Sir Bernard Archibald split the air and shattered the calm serenity with his … Continue reading Temporal Exile, by Graham Adair →

The Goldilocks Zone, by Lance Hawvermale

Computer-rendered orange desert landscape with a strange curled creature lying on the sand near a cylindrical object

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 29 (March 2001). Illustration: “Goldilocks” by Charles McChesney Scratching his lopsided head, Mung wondered if he could drag the body across the wasteland before the desert killed him. He stood in the dust of a waterless world with his shoelaces untied and his thick eyelids squinting against the sun, … Continue reading The Goldilocks Zone, by Lance Hawvermale →

A Star-Studded Sky, by Guy Hasson

Psychedelic digital art of a glowing yellow-green ring portal in space with ghostly faces and light beams

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 29 (March 2001). Illustration: “Star Studded” by Romeo Esparrago "Five hundred thousand years ago there wasn't a star in the sky," the woman told the child. "And now look at it." The child looked up. In the center of the night sky hung an impenetrable disc of blackness, and … Continue reading A Star-Studded Sky, by Guy Hasson →

I Remember October, by Candi Chu

Soft watercolor of a woman's face and outstretched arm dissolving into pastel clouds

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 29 (March 2001). Illustration: “Reach” by Shelton Bryant A pinkish cloud of April spritzed from the calendar bottle. When months went on sale at the Time Store, Chanu bought dozens of EconoSpring, her favorite line. Spray the perfumed powder on your electropulse points and there you were, surrounded by … Continue reading I Remember October, by Candi Chu →

Of Humans and Insects, by Julian Maven

Ink drawing of a dark-haired woman in a bra and shorts holding a bleeding heart to her mouth, splattered with red

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 29 (March 2001). Illustration: “Human Heart” by Patrick Stacy You cough. The smoke, tiny particles of carbon and carcinogens, enters your lungs and you cough a deep, rich, helpless rasp of a cough. It always begins this way. You look around the pub, your immediate surroundings, the way a … Continue reading Of Humans and Insects, by Julian Maven →