A swimming is let you what and me in ( Read more... )

It’s called a rift ticket. It’s the assignment you get when you’re not going to come back. Sometimes it’s handed out as a punishment. Sometimes it’s given as a reward. People that have lost their entire family and really want to go somewhere else and they don’t care where, for instance ( Read more... )

It’s planned ( Read more... )

It was a small town ( Read more... )

I saw this poem on a Poetry In Transit card on the bus the other day. It needs a little background ( Read more... )

I could barely look at him ( Read more... )

There. On the beach of the Glassapagos islands ( Read more... )

The cryosleep tube was frosted over with delicate crystals, framing Angela’s face in a wintry Sleeping Beauty repose ( Read more... )

It was a beautiful day for a ship launch ( Read more... )

When I was a child, the only thing that skipped was the broken record of anger ( Read more... )