Stories by Julie Swanson
how far to Sirius? Betelgeuse? Centauri? don't you know that's where I'm heading?
There was no lack of company, / although many had moved on / citing wider horizons / and seeking brighter dawns.
Nor did a man ever question the / Majesty of the galaxies that sleep on a blanket of black.
"Together, we are a structural abnormality, but apart we live at the extremes."
"What is your core? What is the source of your fire? And what if it's the same as everyone else's?"
"You never understood the sanctity of personal space before. But the “bubble” of personal space that seems to be a universal joke means something now."