Category: The Future

Kodi Saylor: Three Poems from The Future

Subject: Requirements for Emulation To: Octopus GirlsFrom: Bureau of EconomicsDate: 6/2/16, 10/25/16Subject: Requirements for Emulation We, guardians of—it has come to be civilization—yellow xylophone played on moonless nights—music is extraneous; the luxury of sound can no longer be preserved and in the new world we—you are building, dear girls, you are unnecessary—remember to wipe the…
The Death of the Cyborg Oracle, a new sci-fi novel by Jordan A. Rothacker, reviewed by Jarrod Campbell (Spaceboy Books)

Genre tropes are rarely taken seriously by ivory tower literati, which is to their detriment given the wonderful writing that flows from a variety of pens. Through this work, we come to understand present predicaments and make sense of arbitrary situations, much like myths did for our ancestors. In Jordan A. Rothacker’s latest offering, The…
Asa Montgomery: Three Poems from The Future

Like having your eyes sewn shut 1 Someone planted a treein my stomach. Roots tore through my ribs, limbs pokingunder my fingertips. Light splintered bark. My fingers felt the sun in the backs of human necks.Leaves brushed the backs of my lips. Invisible birds karee karee-ing,moths’ creaking their door hinge wings, leaving white dust in…
The Future: Sacred Places Tarot Deck by Thirii Myo Kyaw Myint

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. The Night City Providence, from twilight to the hour of the wolf. The hill, the river, the secret stairs behind the clock tower. Night walks, filled with nostalgia. Lantern-lined streets, haunted streets, and the sound of rain falling darkly into a storm drain. The song of the…
“Woe of the World,” a Future Drama by Rachel Joseph

GoatChorus of SufferersMedeaAntigoneSusanMollyLizzieOrestesGaryRodolfoTed At rise: A ritual. Sunrise to sunset. SUFFERERS OH, THE WOE OF THE world is upon us.Oh, the woe of the world is upon. GOAT Do not feast upon my body, no, feast upon my gaze.It’s wicked.It’s selective.It closes the world from itself, it closes the world. Remember my body…
“Plastic Light,” flash fiction from The Future by Jerrod Schwarz

The dam was a weird body at night. Big half of a hip. Bladderskin wrapped over a coccyx. Cut a stomach in half and tell the juices, stay mostly on this side. I tied a nylon cord around the boat’s bench seat and looped the other end around a leaking plastic bag of cow hearts.…
The Future: “Really Good Puppets,” a short story by Jill M. Talbot

Things can be people, when you get down to it, and this can be dangerous. It is most dangerous when a puppet becomes a person and fights back all it has been used for, or when a person becomes a thing and is so thing-like that it forgets that it ever was a person. These…
Fiction from The Future: “Old Faithful” by Nathan Dragon

He’d say if maybe he got a new one, he’d be able to get some work done. The desk chair was a pain in his ass. Couldn’t sit right and couldn’t work right. Always something, Rosie would say, whenever he complained. He just couldn’t get comfortable in the damn chair, no matter how he’d adjusted…
The Future: “Women with Runes,” a short story by Michelle Dove

Independence It is here—the celebration of our country’s birth—and the heat is a trillion or two trillion degrees. To stay cool, we wear our chamber suits and sit far enough from each other so the sweat doesn’t spread, only localizes within our individual suits and runs between our thighs where nobody sees. The musicians take…