Published on GrimandGilded.com Issue 7, July 2022 The planet emerges from the brilliance of the cosmos like a tombstone from the mist,...

Originally published in The Maine Review The child is below us, but we dare to whisper, knowing the rain drowns us out; it slaps the...

I, the mold, am a keen observer of human inconsistencies. When the Lieutenant Colonel begins to fib about the Xenomatter Incident in...