by Frank Rodriguez
Soon, we left orbit and were cruising toward the infinite, everything gone according to plan and the mission underway.

by Frank Rodriguez
It’s morning in New Hampshire, and she wakes up J.D.
for his papers, toast and tea.
He starts with the local rag, the Union Leader.
What do you think about the gays getting married, Mr. S?
There’s no answer until he finishes reading, he’s a careful reader.
I don’t really care, he says.