by Liam Hogan
It doesn't matter how well you get along in training—being cooped up together in a tin can no bigger than a campervan for years at a time would test anyone's nerves. Especially when things go wrong.
“Ilse, what does that look like to you?” Katya asked as I was picking at the last of my rations. We didn't eat together any more; there wasn't room for her leg.
I peered at the external display. There were no windows in Narnia; they would have weakened the integrity of the science module. Instead, high-definition cameras looked out over the frozen planet in every direction.
“Is that... snowmen?”
“Or snowwomen,” Katya suggested.
by Avra Margariti
by Marsheila Rockwell
Elegy for a Poet
by Herb Kauderer
ESSAYS & INTERVIEWS
Pie in the Sky? Maybe Not
by Ricardo L. Garcia
FROM THE EDITOR
Letter from the Editor
by Lynne Sargent
Giant by A.T. Sayre
Liminal Connections by Maura Yzmore
Letters From The Phased Photonic Travel Company by Ray Daley
Other poetry in this issue:
Diva by G.O. Clark
Space Race by David Barber
Ode on a Martian Urn by B.T. Petro
Astronaut Awareness by Hazel Ann Lee
The Bands of Saturn by Coleman Bomar
Across Space and Time, Love’s Light by L.P. Melling
Other non-fiction in this issue:
Exploring Venus by Jenny Baulch