© KateNovikova I have given you bows wrapping my body, faux silk printed by bots, so tiny, creating, spinning from liquid — the opposite of melting touch. Originally published in P.S. I Love You: Poetry Sunday.
My hive handle? 0gRobinHood © oneinchpunch These crops are coming along nicely. I take this moment, ignoring the persistent ding of a message, to enjoy balls of various colors floating in the center of the huge recreational deck. A different algae mix bloom inside each ball: Blue-green-black. (Not the harmful black, my assisting AI reassured … Continue reading Fiction | Popping Personal Bubbles
Rana tries reaching out to her fiancée during a bad work day. image source: intographics Message from RBytesSsnake — — — Calendia? Hi, my girl. I don’t know if you can read or hear this. It’s been too long since I messaged an external hive cell. You know I always… I mean you pick on me … Continue reading Fiction | Disconnect