Y’all need to stop messing with the Universe. It knows where everybody lives.
#dailysnark

…actually, why not?
Y’all need to stop messing with the Universe. It knows where everybody lives.
#dailysnark
If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
One of the nice lakes on Mars, so that when humanity inevitably colonises Mars in the 2200s, and Mars becomes its own superpower in the 2300s due to continuous antagonism to Mega-Coloniser Earth, native Martians will holiday at Lake [My Name] and have long conversations over Pathfinder Beer that end with arguments about “Goddamn Terrans and their $£%&ing colonial BS!”
Martian Authorities and the Martian populace, however, will not question Lake [My Name]’s naming because the majority agree it’s actually quite fitting and gives the place a kind of mystic feel. Lake [My Name] will be known for restful getaways where Martians relax and recuperate from their forever-war with “those Terran bastards.”
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Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
Essays, notes & interviews on why literary fiction matters to human living
small press. great publishing.
but don't take my word for it
Home hub & scribble space of Prose Writer & Poet Kristiane Weeks-Rogers (she/hers), author of poetry collection: 'Self-Anointment with Lemons'.
A journey from one end of the bookshelf to the other