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February 2016 Gravitational waves were detected last week, I said. What are they? she asked. It’s Einstein’s theory of General Relativity, I said. Think of space (spacetime, I should have said) as a rubber sheet. Where there are heavy things on it, like stars and planets, it bends downwards. That’s gravity. Oh! she said. Of Read more

It looks as if spatial distances do not exist for electrons. ——Michael Heller O being on Proxima B, are you made of liquid water and chains of carbon? Hair, feather, scale, bark, or something else? Photon sensors adapted to Proxima’s red? What do you call the Centaurs? How do the constellations look from there? Are Read more

They’ve put a waste pipe in the middle of our feeding grounds. “They” is the humans. The waste pipe is their collective arsehole. I know what it is because the dolphins called a meeting. I want to swim with my shoal in the dappled shallows and chase the little fish. I want to dance with Read more

Did you ever dream you were suckling? I did, once. A mouth filled with the breast— not my mother, not Gillian: the breast A mouth filled, inner skin lined with skin, a mouth, an I, I, an I, space filled with a firm cushion sealed in by my wet vacuum, moulded, changed by my action Read more

At 3am. The messages. Something about coffee. A while later, a disclaimer. Coffee means coffee. What did he want? Probably nothing. Probably he types his message looking at my Facebook with his cock in his hand then after he shoots, retracts. To hell with that. But coffee? Three or four dollars a cup. Much cheaper Read more