Category: The Future
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Fiction from The Future: “The Prank Caller” by Will Musgrove
Door flopping like an unknotted robe, Mrs. Robinson’s refrigerator sprinted past my living room window. Two human-esque legs powered the appliance down the street. The screams on the other line faded, and a few seconds later Mrs. Robinson herself zoomed by, collecting her milk and eggs as she gave chase. I hung up the phone.…
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Two Poems by Vincent James Perrone from The Future
Autobiography of Dust I’m leading a quiet life in my dark apartment | searching for Higgs Boson in the company of stray fireworks | from May to October | waiting for old habits to expire | with the annuals and cut-rate stars | and the apartment | is more the linger of seasons | the…
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The Future by (∀/non i/U): “UX-000-111 (Oxygen),” from a larger work in progress called U/X
“UX-000-111″ is from a larger work in progress called U/X, about the author’s (∀/non i/U) User eXperience w/ the fundamental elements + how we forever live in the interface of the senses, under the spell of the “man-maid” objects we think we make when in fact they make us make them. *Ed.’s Note: click images to…
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Fox Henry Frazier: Three Mermaid Poems from The Future
Silver-Eyed Lilínabalén and Adam of the Red Soil Shared the First Pull & Fall of Earthly Promise By land, I saw his core transformedin daily toil russet-smudged ordained mortal scorch iron stains & aches,known, he said, to man alone. We soaked in evening glow, orange orb dippingpast horizon. Lowering home. Night would rinse him clean,…
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The Future: “HolyLand, USA,” a short story by Ron Burch
We’re having trouble getting the Red Sea to part, and my boss is flipping out. It’s our highlight and finale. Written about across the country. Our most expensive exhibit, oh yeah. Through an expanse of dirt, our Pilgrims approach the ride, an outside body of water. The water’s resting on the surface, and it looks…
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Three Poems from The Future: Josh Fomon
Our human shores Absence makes of me a skeletal transmission. A future silence hummed into the ether. In a fog of salt, the marsh blesses the morning. Reflects all our history, our inhuman attempt at living, the sentimental idea of power. We see nothing until it reveals itself or we seek out how far we…
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“Palmerland: BNA’s Ellis Island,” a short comic from The Future by Angus Woodward
*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Angus Woodward was raised by southerners in the Midwest and moved to Louisiana half a lifetime ago. His books of fiction are Down at the End of the River, Americanisation, and Oily. His comics have appeared recently in Hobart, Slag Glass City, Shenandoah, Split Rock Review, and elsewhere. “Palmerland: BNA’s…
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John-Michael Bloomquist: Three Father Nescio Poems from The Future
Father Nescio and the Ark of the Future The lift was a mile-long throat up to the scorched surface of the Earth. The phlegm-yellow sky hacked thunder and spat lightning around the Ark— a shimmering peanut of mercury larger than the New York skyline sitting in the vaporized seabed— a coral graveyard bleached like an albino…

