SHORT FICTION | SCIFI

A femtosecond rendering of an uncanny head; smiling, like a mischievous
20-year old Ernesto Guevara. Hair vantablack; long at the top, left side, and back — right side barren, ersatz follicles no longer work;
here, a meta-ink embed reads:

a writer takes its pen
to write the words again
that all in love is fair

Eyes as black as his hair, they’ve the sparkle of knowing and unknowing.
A small Soneto de las Estrellas inked below his left earlobe….

Mi gente del dosmilveinte:

Words from the past are often met with resistance and irony. Are words from the future any more valuable? Did Barron…

POETRY

Towers fell and up flew
metaphors, lamentations.

A drone, Herzog ersatz, shot the collapse.
No more blue pulsar impressions.

The staff chilled Hope in their icebox
(The most desired reply).

Instruments probed cold, vast, void;
Crashed and carved unknown pleasures.

We missed the cosmic bus,
Delayed by stale supremacies;
Old rotten tensions gave way
To anemic celebrations
Of bubbly-worthy star gazers…

In Another Time-Slice,
Arecibo collected aural debris —

Never San Salvador; always Guanahani…
We’ll weave neural simulacra,
And dull the pain of conquest.
This encryption is from a non-human source.

Spanish version (original)

Cayeron las torres
& todo es metáfora & lloripari,
Precariedad…