The starlings come at 11:00. They leave. They return. They leave. Every departure is as complete as the one before. An escape from certain death. And every return—I don’t know…
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(excerpt from an in-progress biopunk speculative poetry manuscript titled Aeolia) * * * Earth has birds. In training they taught us: avoid metaphor, acronym, deflect questions, use only words that don’t…
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I’m a poet who has been a science fiction fan since middle school. I publish both poetry and science fiction, and love projects that live in the grey areas between genres. As an immigrant, I’m also really interested in expanding the awareness of the American science fiction community to include more of the amazing writing that’s happening outside our borders. I’m also really into fiction with a poetic approach to the language.
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The Only Ones by Carola Dibbell Two Dollar Radio, May 2015 344 pages – TDR / Amazon Great stories arise out of the virtual mass of incoherency, some tendency or some…