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Jupiter and Gentian

by on Aug 4, 2014 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

Gen walked on the endless, oscillating sea of liquid metal hydrogen and tried, tried to keep her consciousness together. The knight who followed her into the atmosphere, swam through the outer sea of hydrogen with her, he was here too. His armor defied the pressure, his banner defied the heat, and his hands, deep within the boiling, rolling mass of Jupiter. He stood beside a tree that constantly remade itself as it burned and crumpled. “What is higher?” he asked. Like the tree, Gen was continually remaking herself, atom by atom, impulse by impulse, against the continuous roar of the planet. Over and over, she practiced her married signature in a burning diary. She swam....

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Interview with John Moran

by on Aug 4, 2014 in Interviews | 0 comments

John Moran’s short fiction has been published in Escape Pod, Penumbra, and Nature. He spent some time owning an art gallery, which was perhaps one of the many inspirations of “The Sandbirds of Mirelle,” whichApex Magazine is thrilled to present this month. As I read “The Sandbirds of Mirelle,” which focuses around a defining moment in the lives of a priest, an assassin, an artist, and a businessman, I couldn’t help but be fascinated with its theme of impermanence, and of the human desire to document once–in–a–lifetime moments. John was kind enough to talk with me about the impetus behind “The Sandbirds of Mirelle,” and to discuss the immortal beauty of a specific C.S....

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The Sandbirds of Mirelle

by on Aug 4, 2014 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

This is my truth: In the autumn of 2309 I crossed from one lonely star to another and took a tour to the sandbird tracks of Mirelle. The only other passengers were a married couple, and our guide was a priest in training. I was eighteen, and it was my first assassination. We met in silence, but as the crawler rumbled off the landing field, the man looked up and said, “So, how easy will it be to find the sandbirds?” He had a broad face and hands with flat, manicured fingernails. A thermal regulator pulsed on his shoulder. “God will guide us, Mr. Lightway,” the priest said. “You really believe that?” The priest laughed. “In this case He won’t have to. The birds hatch in...

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Conservation of Energy

by on Aug 4, 2014 in Poetry | 0 comments

Proposition: Hating the world is strictly logical when your loved one is dying. Proof: You watch her neurons choke You watch holes inside her brain grow like blackened maws from another dimension — oh, what endlessly wasteful multiverse! — you watch as her brain itself shrinks disease–riddled (or, better said, disease–irresolved since there’s no solution to this particular puzzle) convolutions de–convoluting speech bubbling over into babbling memories of how to “sit down” or “swallow” being sat down upon and swallowed by creeping entropy. And you understand that each iota of her death is nothing but diminished energy, a loss of information, and these things — energy and...

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Clavis Aurea: A Review of Short Fiction

by on Aug 4, 2014 in Nonfiction | 0 comments

I am of the opinion that Boris Pasternak’s Doctor Zhivago is the greatest post–apocalyptic novel ever written. It has everything: the collapse of a great empire, a world–spanning war, an apocalyptic winter, a gritty civil war, ruined cities, post–industrial scrounging, wilderness survivalism, and even cannibalism. Genre readers are often surprised when I recommend it because what they remember of Doctor Zhivago is a wistful love story, scenic Russian winters and maybe the appendices full of poetry. That isn’t the end of the world. That is life. It is unquestionably simpler to write a post–apocalypse which fetishizes the scenario — who bombed out who, how what diseases...

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