ISSUE FIVE
Even from this distance I could go out
the door it would bang shut and crumble
Our mission is not a drunken pub-crawl, per se, but examination of all possibilities…
another self emerges between assignments, to follow the dog into winter dusk and watch the snow fall. Not sociable, but perceiving
We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…
Directly after the arrival of the Armada, this model made sense, as the gap between Unthulanian and Human cultures prevented a commensurable exchange of practices…
The day does not conclude with the gentle exhale of the earth, but with Mother Superior flipping the hourglass over, again.
When Laika the space dog comes back, bulleted to earth in a tiny white escape pod that dissolves upon opening, nobody can believe it.
I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.
My new neighbor is making a violin from a cigar box. He got the cigar box from a guard. The guard, presumably, got it from outside the Fence.