Plight of the Poet

That night, Mark and I drive across the Bay Bridge into the city. The hue that radiates across the late-evening sky makes it seem like...

“Yes?” Teddy says like it’s a question, rising from the levitating sofa to go investigate the sound, which in all likelihood indicates...

Immoral robots have taken over the financial system! They were created by the hard work, greed, and ingenuity of the sons of America’s...

From the award-winning short story A Vain and Terrible Thing, or Therapy, or Mr. Mitchell’s Cock Charade. What if I told you that I don’t...

From the award-winning short story A Vain and Terrible Thing, or Therapy, or Mr. Mitchell’s Cock Charade. I wake this morning to a dream...