By H. E. Remus Flight is a mad and dangerous thing. Thought Saul, as the ship approached the system gate. That’s what makes it so much fun. He enjoyed being at the helm of a ship, sailing out amongst the burning stars into the void. The small panel in front of him blinked in different … [Read more…]
By H. E. Remus Winter was on its way, but it was not yet present. It still felt like it could have been late autumn, when the cold doesn’t fall below 40 degrees and there is a damp stillness to the foggy air. One still put the seat warmer on when one got in the … [Read more…]
By H. E. Remus She stood at the crossroads, where there were four stop signs. It was freezing. Her nose was numb. There were tiny frozen pieces of snow, ice, and her own frosty breath that framed her hood, closed as tight as she could manage without obscuring her vision. The sky was grey, flat. … [Read more…]
By H. E. Remus A short poem about writing indoors.
By H. E. Remus I can’t think about this. I remind myself, while I lie there in my bed with my eyes turned up through the porthole to space. I am safe on a space station. I reassure myself. I am safe in a place with oxygen. I breathe in, and out, full breaths. There … [Read more…]