The Last Time We Visited Aldera Dune by Teri Skultety, copyright 2018, all rights reserved The last time we visited Aldera Dune, it was to watch the world die. The moons of Rionnata glowed with radiation in the distance. One purple, one iridescent green, one a golden orb. All like magic charms… Continue reading The Last Time We Visited Aldera Dune
All aboard for a ride through the pages of "Terror Train." This anthology from James Ward Kirk Fiction, edited by Krista Clark-Grabowski and A. Henry Keene, is careening down the tracks with enough action packed thrills and chills to keep readers spellbound from start to finish, including the story, "Lonely Train a Comin' " by… Continue reading All Aboard! Terror Train!
Roll Me Away We took to the road. The expanse of blacktop stretched out before us into the sparkling effervescence that we dared to think was the night sky back-lit with stars but was really a sideways look at a glass of Alka-Seltzer on the nightstand before we had to drag ourselves up and out… Continue reading Roll Me Away.
(Spoilers throughout, though most of you know this story in some form or another.) GATSBY. Gatsby? Gatsby. I've stayed away from the subject of Gatsby for some years because I simply couldn't deal with it. Gatsby made me infinitely angry at F. Scott Fitzgerald. A romantic at heart, (what I used to call a 'romantic… Continue reading Gatsby
The soul decreases in value with age, seemingly in direct proportion to the gravity involved with keeping ones posterior from slipping. Best not to sell it, at any price, the soul, or the posterior. Mark Twain didn't say that.
Lady Liberty at The Party So I get dressed, put on my make-up, straight seams on the stockings because I'm old enough, I know how to do this. Get carded at the liquor store on the way, which at this point means the cashier is either way younger than me, way older than me, just… Continue reading Lady Liberty at the Party.
Scorpio Moon She held her skirt up like she was about to curtsy, trying to keep the edges of it from getting muddy. The tall grass scraped her legs. It swished and snapped under their feet like dry waves. He tilted his head back, howled, chugged at the strawberry wine. “How can you drink… Continue reading Scorpio Moon.