The Earthman boldly stalked into the arena. Far up in the stands, he saw his prize: Ballista Thorax, Princess of Barstoolm. He had left one wife on Earth, and already had taken another in Helium, but Newt was not one to let a healthy, unclaimed princess go begging. To impress her, he must defeat all comers.

His current challenger was a tall Martian, green, the color of Earth money, with one head, two faces and dozens of arms. The challenge master, a red Martian, was introducing them. "From the cold of the NorthEast, I bring you Mittmentum, one of our green cousins, who will fight the pasty white stranger called Geengriiich."
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BENEATH THE SPIN • ERIC L. WATTREE [Read more]

He sat recalling past sins; not capable of recalling past victories.

What victories for chrissakes?

It was then he knew, he absolutely knew that his mood had taken over his thought processes.

When you realize that you cannot trust your own thoughts, your own logic and your own perspectives how in the hell can you continue?

But he also was aware that he had come to this nihilistic conclusion before. [Read more]

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At Mother's house in late October

We parceled out all the mementos;

I found the Stevenson banner I had 

Removed from the '56 convention hall.

Al Lowenstein helped me grab

the banner---he, a dangerous radical.

surreptitiously telephoned E. Roosevelt

from a stranger's suite we had commandeered. [Read more]

I posted this last year, but, given the season, I thought I should re-post it.  It's a story I wrote many years ago, stuck in a drawer and forgot about.  In 2009, I was going through the drawer and found it, and promised myself that I would not put it back in the drawer again. [Read more]

Twas the night before Christmas,
The birthday of Jesus,
When Jean Grey developed her telekinesis [Read more]

A statue representing Janus Bifrons in the Vatican Museum [Read more]