Table of Contents | 2 January 2006
It's dark as ashes where she swims, her way lit only by the bioluminescent patches on her tail, fingers, and toes.
Getting into orbit can seem relatively straight-forward compared to screaming through burning layers of atmosphere at over two dozen times the speed of sound just to return home.
I've worked as a writer, director, and actor in plays for most of my life, and so three things can make me suffer while watching a show: the writing, directing, and acting.
Put down this poem, / see it now: the black hole / stretching like a mouth
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