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.
Many readers have asked us why UFOs are seen everywhere but through telescopes. You’d think that telescopes, which point at the heavens as a full-time job, would be spotting flying saucers every other Thursday, at a minimum. Well, it turns out there is a very simple answer. Studies of crashed UFOs consistently reveal that these … Continue reading Why UFOs Never Show Up on Telescopes
The first time I saw the Man of Light, he was feeding sea gulls on the beach. The day was cold, bleak, and windy. The sun was little more than a rumor in the afternoon sky. I approached him with my hands buried deep in my pockets and my head tucked against the wind. He was an … Continue reading ‘The Man of Light’ by Charles Parramore
Through the surface of cratered moon, shining dimly out to open space, celestial devices, collecting dust underground. Among the first exhibits included: the sandglass, Cupid's arrow, the scale, balancing pans of good and evil. Floors down, one could stumble upon the stables of the charioteer, Helios, the dark wet cellar of Tartarus. But undoubtedly, tucked … Continue reading ‘Subterranean Museum’ by Robert William Shmigelsky
Corrodel stepped through the telepod, fumbling with his mug and briefcase. He tripped, and hot coffee splashed on his white shirt. Jobe swiveled in his hover chair and chortled. “Bravo.” Corrodel sighed and set down his mug and briefcase. Jobe hovered back around. “Thirty seconds late. Old man Lipston’ll have your head.” He sipped a … Continue reading ‘Brain Break’ by Kris Knapp
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