A wave of pollution rolled into the Bureau of Indian Affairs. I held my breath, fighting the urge to cough against the caustic air. A bundled-up man pushed through the …
For Those Who Would Come After
View PostDigital Pyre
View PostSolitude, in Silent Sun
Chérie Duvalon was second-generation Terran, and proud of it. She sat on hard-packed sand and squinted against its white glare. The afternoon sun dried her stretch thermal sheath and crystallized …
Field Trip
View PostMother Nature
she’s concerned, fraught with worry even and out of patience with this constant battering she takes dead oceans, melting glaciers, mass extinctions, pasture turned to dust bowl or desert …
Ghost Fishing
View PostEncroachment
The couch in the experimental botany lab is too short even for me. I sit up with a groan, the tinfoil emergency blanket crumpling in my lap, scattering the light …
The Desert in Me
View PostSeeing Clearly
The water in the tank that circled the Mermaid Dining Room had gotten brackish and thick. Edwidge crawled onto a plasticine rock inside the tank. Her turbine sputtered and whined …
