I remember sitting on my great-uncle’s verandah as a kid, watching Star Trek through the living room’s glass-paned window. I remember the voice of Captain Jean Luc Picard speaking of exploring strange, new worlds and seeking out new civilizations, of boldly going where no one has gone before. Hearing those …
Sulily sleeps suspended inside a transparent, cylindrical womb filled with luminous blue fluid. Her suit sticks to her body like a second skin and has knobby nodes that run up the length of her spine and end at the soft helmet’s base at the back of her neck. From the …
I’ve been told that my love affair with words began when I was four years old. I guess I was reading, books, newspapers, and bibles, anything I could get my grubby little hands on, by the time I was five. Despite that love of reading, writing stories wasn’t an idea …
