If you’re reading this, that’s because I have nothing ready, not even this post about nothing. There is supposed to be a post scheduled if I fall behind, but I never wrote it. So it’s less than nothing.
And you’re not reading this.
If you’re reading this, that’s because I have nothing ready, not even this post about nothing. There is supposed to be a post scheduled if I fall behind, but I never wrote it. So it’s less than nothing.
And you’re not reading this.
"The Tale of Titanosaur's Tail"
First appeared in Spaceports & Spidersilk
Apiphilia
There's such a thing as liking bees too much.
9 form rejections. 3 personal rejections. 1 no response.
Tiberius Faces the Void
The void contains all. Wait, that can't be right.
4 form rejections. 7 personal rejections. 1 withdrawal. 1 no response.
Space Operetta of the Gods
Gods are just the world's way of making more worlds.
14 form rejections. 9 personal rejections.
What Dreams May Run
A bond trader pays for what he's done.
12 form rejections. 2 personal rejections. 1 shortlisted, then rejected.
Burning Time
The Sun is swallowing the Earth, and the two people who think they can save the world are an engineer and ... a dancer?
6 form rejections.
Thou Art God
A poem about who wakes up every day.
4 form rejections.1 personal rejection. 1 no response.
On The Flight Of A Rhinoceros
We pet animals because we miss having fur.
1 form rejection.
Nothing to see here. Move along, you lot.
I wuz [sic].