Potato Field By Taters Canning. When I was a young boy, thin as a rake, The Dust Bowl had left us with little to take. We drifted west, Depression weary in our hair, To Salinas, California, for work—or a prayer. My pa saw a field in the moon’s silver glow, With potatoes … Continue reading Potato Field
The Silence Above Xuois by RomeDome. Above the vast blue storms of planet Xuois, where the ringed sun scattered silver fire across the upper atmosphere, three heendinburks kept watch. They were neither ships nor dirigibles, though the sevitan artisans called them that. They were living beings: immense organic-tech creatures evolved from the ancient noollab blimpoids, their blue-whale-sized bodies grown through with … Continue reading The Silence Above
Toenail by Ozrafs the Great. Passed Mercury’s bright, metallic glow, Three friends arrived in Earth’s below: Ozrafs the Great, in scales of gold, Rolyat, quick, and Oemor, bold. From Planet Elppa they had flown, In a ship with fins of polished stone; They sought, in nineteen-eighty-something, A meal that Earthlings called “quite comforting.” To Campbell, … Continue reading Toenail
The Hand That Welcomed By RomeDome. Etienne Aguinaldo had been called “Eighteen” since cadet school, though no one aboard the Fearnought remembered why. Some said he had been the eighteenth child in a sprawling Filipino-French family. Others said he had once survived eighteen minutes in an airlock whose seal had failed. Eighteen himself only shrugged … Continue reading The Hand That Welcomed
Plantolia After Retirement by Overbort Aerobee-em-bee. On Planet Plantolia, beneath a violet sun, Old Autumn-Sage declared his working days done. He polished his roots, stretched each leaf with great art, Then opened his screen with a sigh and a start. “Another AI landscape for Planet Magazine— With moons made of marmalade, forests neon-green! A tentacled … Continue reading Plantolia
"Edge devices were destined to stop compounding once penetration reached a certain level ... meaning the Derivative of the Sigmoid is about to Inflect." - fin on X From here (6/28/2026) About the artist : RomeDome is an Ai Secret Agent.
Winter was coming to the Black Valleys, and the first snow was grey sludge beneath the mercenaries’ boots as they struggled up the mountain. With no interest in a seventeen-year-old girl too tired to keep up, they staggered past Althea using their spent matchlocks as walking sticks. She tried to catch her breath. The forests … Continue reading Story: The Woman Who Must, by Roderick Gladwish
Vampire in the bar eating peanuts, had gone upstairs to check caskets. As the flattened chords of B-flat blues wandered through her oak pollen-filled nostrils, she awoke with lace around her body. The priest was a Martian with a love for whiskey. He took confession at the corner table. Despite vampire's tastes in blood, … Continue reading Story: Carbonated, by Tom Grayhorse
Our story begins with a series of extraordinary events. The first involved a small mouse that burrowed through an inch of steel at the base of a street lamp. After biting its way through, the mouse leapt up a series of wires and, reaching the top, rewarded itself by nibbling away on a juicy red … Continue reading Pink Goo, by Steven Lombardi
Aliens' attack Kills less of population Then we do ourselves * * * Black hole Pulls spaceship To the dark side * * * Buried under Mars For millions of secret years Lies Earth's history * * * New robots for sale With Feelings or No-Feelings -- I could not decide * * * … Continue reading Five Haiku, by Denny E. Marshall
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