“the wechat bubbles over xings and xangas snapfish migrate appstream qqs waddle along the riverside stumbleupon myspaces and foursquares” Published in: The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts (March 2019)

“The rift divides the land in two halves, but neither of them is interesting. It is the rift itself that calls to people, entices them with its siren’s call from worlds away: only a dozen meters wide, with steep cliffs of grey rock and a bottom that can never be seen. Shine a light into…

“Cordwainer Smith entwirft in seiner Science-Fiction eine eigentümliche und faszinierende Zukunftsvision, die an Fremdartigkeit kaum zu überbieten ist: eine Zukunftsvision, die nicht hauptsächlich technologischer, sondern sozio- und psychologischer Natur ist, und in deren Zentrum die Wiederentdeckung der Menschheit steht. Smiths Erzählungen sind bemerkenswert in ihrem Schreibstil, ihrer Struktur und ihren Inhalten, und wie sein eigenes…

“The moon-sealed murex had been right in front of Lokala, so close she felt its radiation ripple over her skin, transforming it in gentle waves.

“Their work done, Phalendra and her people gathered for the trek home, to their old lives and waiting families. None of them had seen the sky unfiltered for a long time, only through glass ceilings or high windows, and they longed for fresh air, without the stench of chlorine and disinfectants. They had stayed in…

“”A being of another … state. A thirster. A greeder. A leecher. A needer. A left-over from the White Table. A being that craves what it doesn’t have anymore, what it remembers vaguely, what it can no longer feel: life.” The mystic rummaged with slender fingers through the satchel she wore around her shoulder, then produced…