The Space Between Order and Chaos
Welcome back, Fiends! If you look to the left, you'll see that we are once more approaching the Liminal Waystation to refuel and collect ourselves for a moment in this…
Shopping With Ida │ Peter J Carter
“Gwen, don’t pull that crap on me.” The other robots in the store scattered to the furthest aisles when her voice raised, fearing the wrath of the cane. “My daughter tried that, and I told her she was full of shit. He kept driving those shuttles even though I told him to retire and give it up, but he said he ‘loved it.’ He didn’t love me enough to give it up.” “An accident then?” Ida huffed. “Maybe he was tired and made a mistake like they said. I don’t believe any of them. Get me a bottle of those olives from the top.” Gwen grabbed a bottle from the top shelf and placed it gently in the carriage. “I don’t understand the promise. I’m sorry.” Gwen said.
Only Mortification Can Bear Fruit │ Pixie Bruner and Amy Drees
Casting purse-seine nebulae resurrectionists hunch over crucibles burners spark, go dark, cry out in clattering tongues of dropped silverware.
Word Ninja │ Linda D. Addison
In this issue's Word Ninja, Linda D. Addison shares the following poetry collections: Crime Scene by Cynthia Pelayo (Raw Dog Screaming Press, 2022) Girls from the County by Donna Lynch (Raw Dog Screaming Press, 2022) The Gravity of Existence by Christina Sng (Interstellar Flight Press, 2022) The World Eats Love by Carol Edwards (The Ravens Quoth Press, 2023)
The Final Issue of 2024
“There's always a story. It's all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything's got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.” ―Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
The Space Between Free Will and Determinism
Welcome back, Fiends! We find ourselves pulling once more into the Liminal Waystation. We chose to be here, made a series of decisions that led us to where we now…
The Space Between Departing and Arriving
At some point we departed. We've been arriving since then but have not arrived - not quite yet. As the engine shuts off, we at last celebrate a thereness in…
The Space Between Pleasure and Pain
The braking is sudden as we enter the Liminal Waystation. As you are thrust slightly forward, your head connects with the seatback in front of you. You are jostled after…
The Space Between Night and Day
As the sun dips below the horizon, a splash of light still lingers, coloring the western skies. It drains slowly and the inky dark of night rushes in to fill…
The Space Between Imagination and Reality
Chugga-chugga-choo-CHOO! Don’t be alarmed. That was the engaging of the brakes because we’re making a little stop at the Liminal Waystation. It’s that strange and murky in-between place where you…