Cave Canem, Part 2

V. I smell smoke, more burnt gunpowder, and blood. I sit in the back with the Twins now, their cries dwindling to sobs. Lynn is bucking up; she has…


Blues of the Badge

It was a long day. I’m not talking a long day at the office, taking shit from some poindexter in polyester. No; I’m talking about a 10-55, two 488s,…


Love You, Zyra, Part 1

I. Trouble at Gatwick Airport. And JFK. Make that Heathrow. What the fuck does it matter? Anyway, there was talk amongst the check-in staff that I…


Selfie

“Here we are: the ChitChat Café,” I announced proudly. “Would you like to take a seat here by the flower boxes?” I had called earlier to reserve what…


Café

I. I am a writer, or so I tell myself, so I style myself, despite having produced very near nothing of actual substance. “This is typical of my…


30 Birds: “A Decorated Soldier” by John Robert Barnes

Nobody should ever see their mother cry. Never see your mother cry. It was in England. You’re 15. In retrospect, it feels like I was younger. You…


Chip

Katherine needed supplies. Getting supplies was always a troubling event. Living in Pine Valley near San Diego was about as idyllic as idyllic gets…


Das Woke Capital

Government persecution of the people had continued for a long time. Every day, new charges were trumped up on a whim against those who offended state…


The Sins We Remember Fondly, Part 3

VIII. I was too mentally fatigued to open my computer and work for my second (or at times, my third) job, so I simply sat in a chair and closed my…


Crop Circles

translated by Andrew Stallard I. "WHOOSH!" said a message on a screen. The pilot announced there would be turbulence as the result of another craft…