Author
Gretchen Tessmer
Songs of Bathsheba Evergreen
...wrap my heart in birch bark my skin scarred in black-and-white calligraphy... In spring, while wet snow still clings to my boughs and frost nips at my roots, a man in rags comes by to ask if he might cut me. The knife in his hand is small and in need of a whetstone. "Just a…
The Dream Factory
"We have to stop him," Marguerite-2312A grumbles, looking up at the uniformed men chatting with Dr. Hyram on the upper deck of the Dream Factory. Dr. Hyram is moving his hands animatedly and smiling broadly. Down here on the factory floor, we can't hear their conversation. It's…
The CAT that Killed Curiosity
The week before Christmas, Dr. Emily Sycorax's waiting room is crammed full with parka-bundled, wooly-mitten-wearing patients. Too many waited until the last possible moment to comply with Proposition 1. It's understandable, since the wording was a little vague and even though…