Contents of a Censor’s OutboxBy Susan Daitch
When she sat at her desk her back was to the window and the view, an expanse of perfectly green lawn with a flagpole stuck in the middle of it.
DiggersBy Susan Daitch
The first layer contained nothing new, nothing nobody hadn’t ever seen before.
The Ether RideBy Doug Nufer
Engaging gyroscopic calligraphy, you unkink kinetic coil logistics’ swinging gestures. Simulated determinations sway your reckoning.