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Asteroids in the Arcade
THEY are good – too good, so good this might end here and now. My heart beats faster. My breathing quickens. My body arches over the controls nursing every atom from the hyperdrive. I’ve lost two ships while lurking in the thick of the Belt, and now clear of the swarming debris, I see the… Continue reading
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Does Mars Need Women?
This one is a touch early, but I’ve electrifying plans for Valentine’s Day, plans involving a microchip, some silicone, a tube of lip-gloss, and lots and lots of whipped cream. As a matter of fact, these thoughts have stewed in my mind since driving home and catching David Levy on AM radio talking about his… Continue reading
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PATRICIA SAVAGE, BRONZE GODDESS OF PULP’S GOLDEN AGE
Some bear it better than others. We Savages, I think carry it poorly.” —Patricia Savage 1948 Of the many Doc Savage stories published by Street & Smith during the magazine’s sixteen-year run, “I Died Yesterday” is the only story told from Patricia Savage’s point of view. Who is Patricia Savage? She is the bronze goddess… Continue reading
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English Haiku
There are few things more tedious than bad haiku written in English. They are the bane of every college, literature class. Here’s mine: Continue reading
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THE TANGLED DREAM OF A NEOPLATONIST IN CAMPANIA
A.D. 260, somewhere in Campania, a Neoplatonist slept among a multitude of empty amphorae after a heated debate with a Cretan who also happened to be a Cynic. This was his tangled dream— Mind and Soul take a walk through a garden on the newly minted Earth. And there they come upon Demiurge still busy… Continue reading
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SNAPSHOTS
I love snapshots. Anyone with enough practice or luck can take a good one. And most people have taken a great one. I remember long ago my dad telling me to put the Sun to my back as I shot with our Kodak camera. And It’s funny looking through our old snapshots, because it’s not… Continue reading
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THE BEDROCK TIME SLIP
This is a dream I dream where I was Fred Flintstone trapped in a George Jetson world. The entire dream is here more or less with some embellishment. The bed tilts me onto a conveyor belt that whisks me into the shower. Along the way, a vacuum sucks off my nightshirt; spigots open and shower… Continue reading
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MARTIAN DEATH RAY 