grav·i·ty ˈɡravədē/ noun PHYSICS the force that attracts a body toward the center of the earth, or toward any other physical body having mass. For most purposes Newton’s laws of gravity apply, with minor modifications to take the general...
Moscow, January 1, 1959 (AP)—The Soviet space program is preparing to fire a multi-stage rocket, named Lunik, toward the moon tomorrow. In a leaked release obtained late Wednesday, final preparations are said to be progressing according to schedule...
1. Don’t Open Your Eyes Sweet one, your mind will scream as the animal instinct in you comes alive. It will demand you open your eyes. It will demand you see your attacker. Remember what I showed you. Remember all the times we practiced. Don’t stop...
(This poem first appeared in Spark: A Creative Anthology, Volume V. Reprinted with permission.) as a boy on Earth sometimes he’d ride along when Papa hauled freight overnight from Los Angeles to Flagstaff desert there a peculiar place every...
At first the beast was an idea. The sound of crashing waves put it in a man’s mind, or a shape drawn by the wind in the sand. I don’t know where or when that was. I only know that by the time it reached us it had grown into a whisper...
I buried you in the backyard. Next to the pond that used to be. It was our picnic breakfast place. You loved it there. I loved it, too. As per your instructions, there is no headstone, no marker, no sign that you ever were. You taught me to disobey...
carnitas super burrito has a beautiful rhythm to it when said with the “r” and the rolled “double r” which i have carefully learned to imitate so as to not be misunderstood when ordering i wonder if they ever put one of these...
i. Colin often wonders whether insanity is contagious. He drums his fingertips on a tabletop, his knuckles sharp and their movement fluid, and waits for the echo to still in the musty air. He has learnt to breathe dust and fog without choking, and...
In the thirteen minutes it takes you to make coffee, you feel the hundreds of spaces he is not. They say that this is how you sense a ghost, by passing through the cold patches and feeling your hair prickle; you say his side of the bed gets colder...
Betwixt the moon and morning lies one bright sunbeam. Geology spills into the dawn; the entire day is full of peaks and plains and rivers content with their contours, their density and age. Gorges yawn, stir, convulse with waking. The oceans swallow...
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