A Journal of International Science Fiction & Fantasy. Estd. 2015.
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FICTION, POETRY & MORE
Zen and the Art of Gaia Maintenance
"Big oil companies are either slowly dying out, or adapting […] Slowly, for the first time in two hundred years, CO2-levels in the atmosphere are falling." — a quadripartite prelude — —The crisis is big, my children, so big that the distinctions between reality and...
Trucker
Meet the last generation of human truck drivers before self-guided vehicles replaced them. Photograph: Andrus Ciprian Specs and Gretchen the Grunt and Okie Kid met for coffee once a week at the truck stop. Self-driving cabs would drop them off, then return to town to...
The Ones Who Scream America
It was early evening when he knocked at my door. I was sorting darks from lights. His black suit and badge and manner made you forget whether he’d offered his name which you’d now forgotten or hadn’t offered it at all. He said in the vaguest of terms I was a person of...
Horsemen
Wait until the rain pauses, we said. Give yourselves a break. Let the planet breathe.
Brighter Than the Last
they knew / a paradise like this / can only be built / by people like them
Paradise of the Abyss
Piedad launched herself over the city’s crater, from the heart of Paradise of the Abyss: a beacon of new ecologies twirling out multispecies habitats of topical flora and fauna, where creche raised Piedad could live a life of creativity and abundance.
School of Continuing Education: Excerpt of the Course Catalog
Lab Visits with Chimeras […] what it means to be / human, humane, inhumane, nonhuman, humanoid, posthuman, / but also synthetic, emergent, golemic, intelligent—
In My Utopias
The trees have overtaken the world again. We’ve had to learn to live in them, around them, to let their roots be ours. The heartwood of each tree is a sacred object, as it should have been for years. The flowers fill us with tenderness.
The Rhythms of the World
As always, we’re starving to death. From our place inside the leather pouch tied to Aamsaa’s belt, our two remaining stalks ache with hunger, barely able to hold our withered green-spotted spore caps upright. We reach down with what’s left of our network of hyphal...
Harefoot Express
The sun rose magenta, touching the blinds and prompting them to open. Zephyr yawned, stretching his arms to the light that filled his bedroom. He commanded the south glass-wall to slide down. The canto of the robins and the scent of ripe saskatoons along city...