They could not have predicted our return from the Beyond. A deep past they’d gathered only dim reflections of. Our purpose? To herald their greatness…
climate change
Could She Wear Their Skin
The station opened her eyes.
Machines whirred, the only sign of life in a still world. A beep filled the air like a delicate bell. It would sound again inside her for another summer, untended by her crew…
Ain’t No Mountain High Enough
Yesterday, I climbed a mountain to get away from it all. 12,000 feet and a thousand miles away wasn’t quite far enough…
RUSS LINTON 