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Queen Cobra leaped out the window on the 39th floor of the Derossett Building. It wasn’t the tallest high-rise in Ark City but the fall would still kill her just the same. She snagged the line she had rappelled down earlier and moved deftly up it towards the roof. SheContinue Reading

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Long ago (350 million years ago, but who is counting?), there was a grave distress signal sent from a dying star, a star so endlessly far it could only be energy from that initial universal explosion, that big, big Big Bang, and, as far as our organization has observed, isContinue Reading

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When Spiderman taught meWith great power comesGreat responsibilityI walked out shirked mineDropped the ballWhen Batman taught meI’m only smiling on the outsideYou might join me for a weepI smiled and was invulnerableUntil I learned the difference betweenSmiling and showing my teethWhen Superman taught meVillains are made not bornI trusted strangersContinue Reading

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Even superheroes get old. It seems obvious but not many people think about it. These individuals seem so super that the idea that they eventually need to be cared for just doesn’t seem to register with most people. And on top of that, you can’t just throw them in withContinue Reading

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To Cetus I pray:Grant me the gene memoriesof Earth’s singing whales. The Pleiades yieldmagical capacityto ancient wishes. Orion easesmodern insecurities;I grow more primal. Ursa roars wildestgrammars of animacythat I may bear grief. From Virgo’s housecomes the polemical fistof stars, of stardust. Karla Linn Merrifield has had 1000+ poems appear inContinue Reading

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He’s having a rough, rough time, dementia diminishing him. Tomorrow, a hospital bed arriveson the scene, set up in the living room…he’s lost his appetite just shy of totally; refuses much,ergo not getting nearly enough nutrition no matter how hard I try…so he sleeps to conserveenergy…also tomorrow a geriatric socialContinue Reading

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You mean, what if I were Wonder Woman?“The Spirit of Truth” with an arsenal of advanced technology,butt-thigh-leg-arm muscles trained for combat, and goldenlasso to slay the idiot in the White House and cure the man in E716? Some nutcases think I’m some kind of Circe, witchy doctor-goddess,renowned for my vastContinue Reading

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The man with the big nose fidgeted on the plush office chair. “I’ve never done anything like this before, Doc,” he said. “I mean, I’m a superhero, for Christ’s sake.” “There’s no shame in seeking counseling, Joe,” replied Dr. Baird. “Tell me what’s on your mind.” “I just feel so…Continue Reading