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The Greatest Shade – Part 9

Serial - The Greatest Shade: Part 9

But for all the canal’s beauty, it was the Bridge that truly captured his attention.

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THE BLACK KNIGHT’S CURSE

The Black Knight's Curse

There were young men and old, weak men and strong, noblemen and commoners. All of them had come here to kill him, but why?

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LOVE SONG FOR A CYBORG

LOVE SONG FOR A CYBORG

I give a small nod, to which he does not respond. We both know what to expect next. It always starts with physical torture.

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A DARKER FAERIE’S TALE

A DARKER FAIRY'S TALE

what would love drive you to do?

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The Dragon’s Cook

The Dragon's Cook

Old world contract negotiations in modern times

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THE BOATMAN’S PRICE

The Boatman's Price

What price would you pay to cross a modern-day river Styx?

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Introduction to Silver Blade Poetry Issue 20

Issue 20 Poetry

an outstanding array of talented poets

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Introduction to Silver Blade Poetry Issue 20

Introduction to Silver Blade Poetry Issue 20

Silver Blade is proud to present five excellent poets for your continued enjoyment of cutting edge speculative poetry: F.J. Bergmann, Bruce Boston (Featured Poet), William Doreski, James Hutchings, and Clyde Kessler.

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Living in a World of Giants

Living in a World of Giants

    When the Giants come striding across our borders, indifferent to our predictions, immune to the ingenuity of our finest technologies, showing no mercy or regret, we are helpless before them. The Giant Wind roars with irresistible force, crushing trees and houses, leaving us without power in the depth of night The Giant Rain […]

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For Spacers Snarled in the Hair of Comets

For Spacers Snarled in the Hair of Comets

    If you’ve heard the stellar vox humana the untuned ear takes for static, if you’ve kissed the burning eyelids of god and seized upon the moon’s reflection, disjointed and backwards, in the choppy ink of some alien sea, then you know how sleek and fleshy, how treacherous, the stars can become. While the […]

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The City and The Stars

The City and The Stars

    The city is there regardless, enormous in its conceit, blank as the stare of a beggar, hard as a skyscraper’s teeth. The city is full of power. Claim it with credit or cash. Electrons racing to midnight. Engines igniting the past. The city is always laughing at those it harbors and shuns. The […]

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Visions of the Blue Clone

Visions of the Blue Clone

    The first of her came to me on the first night. She was a woman of mystery who sang the blues. The second of her came to me on the second night. She had a history like no other. The third of her came to me on the third night. She was bright […]

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Time and the Tradesman

Time and the Tradesman

    Wizened Time prowled the world bringing age to all things and the white in his beard was the dust of dead kings and the dust of their tombs and the cities wherein they were laid and all trace of their names. And he came to a workshop where antiques were made. He went […]

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Primordial

Primordial

    When we make love polar ice caps melt in an aquamarine flow. Glaciers shudder and fall in shards, pale calves frolicking, floating on dark waves in the roar of breakers. The seas rise. When we make love continents divide, floating on a molten core. Tectonic plates strain against each other; mountains heave and […]

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Appian Tombs

Appian Tombs

    The umbrella pines outside Rome resemble Peter crucified safely beyond the city walls. Was he crucified upside-down, like the mass of pine roots below? A green plastic lizard, a speck of iridescence, evolves from the stone on which I’m sitting. I unfold my lunch: a bun, an orange fresh from Morocco, a chunk […]

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Blackbird Forest

Blackbird Forest

    I hid Blackbird Forest with skulls for rain and trees. It moved islands, it slipped starlight, stretched its world against the sun inside a rocket. Night drew past Neptune. You could hear the cage birds slip their black bills from the feeding tray to remember something, maybe a jungle, maybe the rattle of […]

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So Shipwrecked

So Shipwrecked

    Adrift with a single oak plank to support me, I feel distant from myself and every other useful geographical feature. The Atlantic curves away in every direction equally unencumbered by horizons. How did I get so shipwrecked? I don’t remember going to sea. I could cling to the plank and paddle with one […]