Stories (19/0)
AGN-0355
“We’ve been seen.” “We can’t know that for sure.” Ajax and Caleb examined the series of screens lining the control panel on the ship’s bridge. Although orbital drones would provide a better view of the position and trajectory of their new spacefaring guest, the deserters couldn’t risk one being spotted during its microlaunch or ascent and had to rely on the NIRCam embedded in their grounded ship’s carapace.
By Daniel D'Agustino7 months ago in Fiction
Focus
Tom bent over the table, anchoring his cue in a complex configuration of strong fingers. “Corner pocket” he barked, the words drowned out by tipsy Brooklynites circling the pocked bar table and chattering over the 80s pop coursing through the stale sweet air.
By Daniel D'Agustino11 months ago in Fiction
Maureen
Life under clear skies Forever temporary Like my mother’s eyes
By Daniel D'Agustinoabout a year ago in Poets