Science fiction reflects our world, extrapolating our hopes and fears in a distant setting. Continue Reading The Representation of Augmented Reality in Fiction
…there is another side to algorithms epitomized in the art works of Manfred Mohr. Continue Reading Art and Algorithms: The Work of Manfred Mohr by Charlotte Kent
Edward’s pager bleats. He sits up, checks the number and reaches for a phone. Continue Reading When there is Silence
If this superlative gastronomic experience is the result of a meal-prepping AI unobtrusively pulling dining data from my infome, I can’t complain. Far from it. My compliments to the data-harvesting ...
As the summer progresses and the warm weather-induced laziness sets in, I’ve found myself longing for a good summer read. This has caused me to reflect on some of my ...
Cover design Noa Gravesky Table of Contents Summer 2019 The Editor’s Letter Eric Akoto Guest Editor’s Introductory Note Ira Silverberg Nadia Owusu- “A Good Mask” Chika Onyenezi – “Complicated Blues” ...
“I need a room for to-night.”
I kept it succinct. There was no need to elaborate what I might actually need. It all goes quicker if he only concentrates on one ...
Buy a bag of discarded bones and meat scraps from your butcher. Take them home and plant them. Be sure to use good potting soil and water regularly. You don’t ...
It was Dom and Tony’s second day in anatomy lab when Philip the cadaver started speaking to them.
“I’m an excellent specimen. If you don’t fuck this up you could ...
The sky. The grass. Blue. Green. Cloud country. Expansive. Overwhelming. So blue. So green. Screams. Mom. Toddler. Arm. Extends. Mouth. Open. Bees. Fill.
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The American lay on his towel and watched the woman from behind his sunglasses, trying to decide if she was Latin or Lebanese and how he might initiate some sort ...
WITHIN A WEEK OF THE DAY ED MET GIOVANNA IN THE BEER PARLOUR AT THE COBALT, Mrs. Pinsky married them in the living room of her house near the corner ...
The police were always at our building, shaking down suspects, and belting out questions. Where did you get the drugs? Why did you leave the scene of the accident? He ...
And maybe he only did it because he was tired.
Maybe that was it, maybe mama not baking the honey baked ham with the glistening mounds of soaked black beans ...
Can you describe it? Can you describe the taste of water?
No, not mineral, not bubbly water…
Plain water, flat, ...
Outside the sky was clearing. The stray rock lay at an arm’s distance in his cage. His own body stood outside, free and smiling at him. With the monkey now ...
Somewhere in the dark, I heard them hit. I heard it one, two, three, and the boy crying for them to stop, then just crying, then nothing at all. If ...
He calls for help, then the cavalry arrives to breathe life into the dead thing that was you. They blue light you to hospital, pump death out of you and ...
The wind blows cold and lonely off the prairie at night, hurtling along at ground level, then rising up, washing over the house. Continue Reading Seafaring in Minnesota
