Category: The Future

  • The Future: Three Poems by Holly Day

    The Future: Three Poems by Holly Day

    Despite My Reservations Regarding the Apocalypse the dragon outside my bedroom window tells methat the end is coming soon, that it’s okay to get drunkfucked up, fuck around, because it’s all going to come crashing downso very soonthat there’s no reason to practice prudence or prudishness. it blinks its giganticblue-green eyes at me through the…

  • Four Poems from The Future by Jim Redmond

    Four Poems from The Future by Jim Redmond

    Aperture I don’t know why I had to start doubting GodI thinkit might have something to do with the governmentsomething about the redshiftI think many strange things I have not thoughtbeforemany small mothscovering my facethe lengthof their tongueslike what it mustfeel like to have skinsearching across methe life expectancyof so many lonely starsthat I don’t…

  • Fiction from The Future: “Dog Days” by Michael Chin

    Fiction from The Future: “Dog Days” by Michael Chin

    From back before all the dogs were gone, I remember Waffles. The first time Waffles stole a waffle from Dad’s plate (the reason we renamed him from Rover). Waffles barking from the far side of the front door when I keyed into the house. The way Waffles smelled when he was wet—moist and mildew-y in…

  • “The Man Who Smells of Lemons”: A Poem from the Future by Jude Marr

    “The Man Who Smells of Lemons”: A Poem from the Future by Jude Marr

    The man who smells of lemons dresses in brown and red. He stands, still as a bleeding tree, in a city parking lot. Every day he plants himself in his usual spot, where tarmac cracks radiate outward from his feet, like roots. Every day he stands and waits for a white-hot sun to crack open…

  • Three Verses from the Vortex(t): Poetry from the Future by Jake Syersak

    Three Verses from the Vortex(t): Poetry from the Future by Jake Syersak

    Identity Vortex [ “Can Rivers Be People Too? : Inside the Radical Movement to Gain Rights for Ecosystems—and Save the Environment.” (THE NEW REPUBLIC: May. 9. 2018) ] that this garden should fall may it fall less the weight of a sigh & more the weight of scythes the rivers read   the lips of…

  • A Story from The Future: “Affliction” by Angela Woodward

    A Story from The Future: “Affliction” by Angela Woodward

    I have fled to a floating island of trash to tell you stories of the peaceful north woods. Here’s one—A man woke up early, disturbed by his uneasy conscience, and went down to the stream. It was still so dark, the path appeared as a blacker indentation in the ground, the leaves and sticks and mud…

  • The Future Has Comics: “The Lonely Alien” by Marc S. Cohen

    The Future Has Comics: “The Lonely Alien” by Marc S. Cohen

    *Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. The Lonely Alien Marc S. Cohen is an artist, writer, and musician born in the United States and residing in Toronto, Canada. He makes little pen and ink drawings on existentially topical themes like alienation, dislocation and the construction of selfhood in a shifting semantic landscape. His…

  • The Future Has Photography: “Men with Their Guns 2” by Margo Berdeshevsky

    The Future Has Photography: “Men with Their Guns 2” by Margo Berdeshevsky

    *Ed.’s Note: click image to view larger size. Margo Berdeshevsky is the author of: BEFORE THE DROUGHT (Glass Lyre Press/2017). She is the winner of Fiction Collective Two’s American Book Review/Ronald Sukenick Innovative Fiction Prize: “a ‘thrillingly cutting-edge’ book of sensual short-short stories with photographs by the author.” (Robert Olen Butler on Beautiful Soon Enough).

  • Fiction from The Future: “Rabid Dogs” by Jason Arment

    Fiction from The Future: “Rabid Dogs” by Jason Arment

    Time before the alarms, when violence was only overseas, seemed disconnected from the now—silent countdown. Clark glanced at his watch. Only two minutes left. He wished things could go back to the way they were, when his only worries had been never amounting to anything and loneliness. But something had changed. Now every sixty minutes…