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The Virtual World

Scientists and technological innovators predict that sometime in the near future, devices and various interfaces will have progressed to the point…


Stop the ZuckerBot 3000!

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and not in any way intended to portray the actual Facebook founder, Mark Zuckerberg, who may or may not…


Thoughts of the Senator on the Floor

Pain, pain, lidocaine Juice me up, doc I want numb I want to deal pain without feeling it Make me supreme Too much pain for too long Inject my fists…


Who Am I?, Part 1

I. Yvonne Jones walked into the motel room where she lived in the San Fernando Valley. She just had a date and was flush with cash. She bought a…


“Plumber’s Note,” “Canal Fulton,” “Maruchan Ramen (Creamy Chicken Flavor),” and Other Poems

Plumber's Note I do not want to alarm you but your toilet was clogged with bones and fur- thermore I saw a skeletal bird roaming the graveyard you…


Unlocked Secret

It was by a pure chance we set foot into that café. We---my best friend Trish and me--- were tired and thirsty, having walked the streets of that…


“You,” “--!!!,” “Tiger,” and Other Poems

You In the whirlwind world of my words, you can find yourself in hyphens and colons, spinning and spiraling in the torrent of raging creativity… You…


Wavelength, Part 4

XIV. Adolf was already waiting outside the art-house cinema box office when I arrived. He looked smaller than I remembered, and, on his own, without…


30 Birds: “That Time a Toucan Was in Our Backyard/The Very First Thing I Can Remember” by John Robert Barnes

The road in front mirrored the sky above, wide and flat and empty horizon to horizon. I don’t remember much but the ruckus. It was a hot day, a sunny…


Walk

Each morning, I wake an hour before my alarm, and residual weariness keeps me in bed until it goes off, but the worry of missing it makes me roll…