Fact Factory | semi-regular flash fiction
Selections from the Wolfmonth Catalog of the Fairyland Regional Fürni Store | Fiction | Intergalactic Medicine Show
Spider Star | Poetry | Star*Line
Three-body | Poetry | Analog
Mountain Peak | Poetry | Twisted Moon
Give Me a Spacetime | Poetry | Electric Athenaeum #01
Theodroid | Poetry | On Spec #107
Sensorium | Fiction | Bourbon Penn #15 | Instead of coins, because she had no allowance, Amelia dropped the shiniest pebbles she could find down the garden wishing well, standing on her toes to look over the stone wall and watch them disappear.
The Leftovers | Fiction | The Colored Lens, Winter 2018 | “There’s more of them suicides on the TV,” Nancy hollers at me from the other room.
Such Were the Faces of the Living Creatures | Fiction | Beneath Ceaseless Skies #245 | There are parts around here where the mercury hot springs absorb a goodly amount of background radiation and, being metal and all, ‘vaporate straight away into the air.
Boat and Rocket | Poetry | Space and Time Magazine #130
The Attic, Without, and Queen of Blades | Poetry | Chrome Baby #64
Objects in Space | Poetry | Asimov’s, January/February 2018
Smith | Fiction | Andromeda Spaceways, Issue 69 | All of the lawmen in the state are massing on the street when the man comes around. Their guns in hand.
Falling in Love with Martians and Machines | Fiction | Clarkesworld, Issue 135 | Audio | I can’t deny the thrill of the race circuit. I like being at his side as he balances on the edge of cryogenics and fireball.
Medical Bills | Poetry | Polu Texni, November 2017
The Sweet Life | Poetry | Polu Texni, October 2017
Robotanist 1148’s Report | Poetry | Eye to the Telescope, Issue 26
On the Express | Poetry | Abyss & Apex, Issue 64
The Man Who Embraced His Own Fungus | Poetry | Not One of Us #58
Sunfrozen | Poetry | Polu Texni, September 2017
The King Crab | Poetry | Polu Texni, August 2017
Fresnel Day | Fiction | Kasma SF | The man on the bandstand is nervous, you can see from here, and not just because that, in order to face the gathered crowd, he has his back to the open pit of a fully populated Dark Lair.
A Theory of Gravity | Poetry | Analog, July/August 2017 | 2017 AnLab Finalist
Wiseclock Revolution | Fiction | TQR | omnia vanitas
Non-Zero | Poetry | Grievous Angel, May 2017
The Body Electrician | Poetry | Star*Line 40.2
A Letter to the Dead | Poetry | Not One of Us #57
Quiverfull | Fiction | Bards and Sages Quarterly, January 2017 | The hospital eunuchs bring him back awake by adjusting the chemicals in his drip.
Deus Ex Parasitus | Fiction | Perihelion, December 2016 | The job to cut out Creek’s brain is going perfectly well until it all goes completely wrong.
Jenny Cola | Fiction | The Colored Lens, Spring 2016 | The vending machine in the science building sometimes glitched and coughed up two cans for the price of one, so I always made the walk across campus to it, even on the days I didn’t have bio classes.
Text Based | Fiction | Kasma SF (originally published in Aoife’s Kiss) | You are alone in the dark. What do you do?
A Citizen’s Guide to the Kingdom of Heaven | Fiction | Orthogonal: The War at Home | Max believes that Heaven and God are not real until people make them so, until people build them.
Zero Sum | Poetry | Outposts of Beyond, July 2016
The Distant Future | Poetry | Eye to the Telescope, Issue 21
And Then There Were Infinite | Fiction | New Myths, Issue 32 | Author Interview | “Do you ever feel like you’re standing with your finger in the dam of reality?”
Just Imagine | Fiction | Passing Out Victorious | Jonathan, he says, where did this bucket of Legos come from?
Pizza Night | Non-fiction | Lip Service West, Chapter 14 | So here we are, you and I, sitting on the side of the Interstate just outside of Phoenix, trying to hitchhike to Tucson–one desert shithole to another.
Beekeeper Kings, Curves Like A Waist, and Hack It | Poetry | Analog Press, Vol. 4
The Printer Repairman | Fiction | Kaleidotrope #13 | His shop is filled with enough chemicals to give you a contact high, vapors of ink and solvents that could make you see things, if you spent any amount of time in the backroom…
Sandcastles | Fiction | Electric Spec, Vol. 5 Issue 4 | I see much from the roof of my house. I like to sit under the white awning that shades me, with a bottle of water, and look at the wonders of my city.
Baleen Whale and (Look at Us) | Poetry | Chiron Review #95
An Elm Sleeps, Isn’t It Enough, and There’s Some Type of Mollusk | Poetry | Jones Av. XV/3
Beehive Arrangement of Glass | Poetry | Jones Av. XVI/2
Unfolded Their Sails | Poetry | Anemone Sidecar Chapter 13
After Only So Much | Poetry | Blood Lotus #17
After Rain and Cathedral Bells | Poetry | The Centrifugal Eye, Vol. 5 Issue 4 | Author Interview
This Is What You Say | Poetry | Censored Poets
Prairieprayer | Poetry | Unquiet Desperation, Vol. 1 Issue 10
A Socialist Butterfly | Poetry | Transfer 92
6 Modern Technologies Animals Invented Millions of Years Ago | Non-fiction | Cracked.com | Our species takes a lot of pride in technology, to the point that it’s pretty much the one thing we lord over all the others. But maybe we’re too quick to pat ourselves on the back…
6 Things That Shouldn’t Explode (But Did Anyway) | Non-fiction | Cracked.com | Michael Bay is right: Somewhere, right now, something is exploding.