At the end of the world, my daughter wept metal. Her eyes bled mercury – metal tears ran in shining rivulets. Her rose cheeks were the flush-colored banks of glittering streams. She queried me, “Daddy?” It was the last word that she would ever speak. She looked up at me as metal ran from […]
Category: Prose
Trump as a Fire without Light #86 – Darren C Demaree
I know most of Ohio wants him to make the world like most of Ohio, but I’m tellingyou that most of Ohio is dead. There are dead men still running on anger andracism. There are dead women kept on budgets by those angry and fearful men.We have universities, but nobody thinks about islands when […]
Interview with Marlena Midnite – Dennis Villelmi
Dennis Villelmi: A grave good evening, Miss Midnite; thanks for letting The Bees Are Dead to rest a spell in the Mausoleum and chat a bit with you. Tell us something of the story of Marlena Midnite, and generally what goes on here in the Midnite Mausoleum. Marlena Midnite: Well, you know, I live […]
Review: Barbie Wilde’s ‘Voices of the Damned’ – Dennis Villelmi
Let’s be honest with ourselves: no matter what degree of sweet sheen and serenity we could be graced with, we each feel that there’s always an occasion for, well,…Hell. For instance, Dante Alighieri’s “Commedia:” weighed in all its fourteenth-century vernacular glamour, nonetheless, it is the song of the “Inferno” that ever tips the scales. Sure, […]
Shine Now, Fiercely, Forever – Eric Robert Nolan
I am going insane. I have watched my husband burn to death at least 1,000 times. It always begins the same. It begins with beauty. Stars wheel and blaze in the limitless Nevada firmament – a billion points of light in a blue-black eternity. We’re several hundred miles from Las Vegas – and […]
CWM – B Anne Adriaens
Wild strawberries push through the cracks, their redness laid-out on the concrete leaving a juicy thought on my tongue. My taste buds remember the flavour: a yearning swiftly swept aside to be ignored, for I tread among frail trees and brambles feeding on arsenic,to where rainbows shimmer in the puddles, while fumes pervade the […]
Come to Pass – William C Reichard
In the beginning was the rocket. Lay off, will you? I know the I-4s could set me back a month of paybits for dwelling on such things when I naught to be nose-down Gettin’ Things Done Mining Colony Edition(tm) style, but I ain’t scared to say’t: old Tommy Pynchon maybe was the only’n who […]
Interview with Barbie Wilde – Dennis Villelmi
Dennis Villelmi: Welcome to The Bees Are Dead, Miss Wilde, or may we call you Barbie? Words can’t convey how honored we are to have you spend a few moments with us here by the edge of dystopia. So here it is Halloween ’16, and out of curiosity, how is the Festival of Samhain […]
Christmas Newsletter – Peter Marino
Christmas means one year later I still don’t have a suitable, steady man. It means I will have to spend guilty time with my family and wish I could be out feeling guiltier. It means I am still living the same life that I=ve always had at least an inkling to change. Christmas means […]
Once Around Forever – William C Reichard
So the aliens came. It wasn’t The Day the Earth Stood Still or any of that Saturday-afternoon “take me to your leader” stuff. No gigantic ships blocking out the sun. It just kind of seeped in, like when you’re standing in a puddle a while before you realize your sock is all wet. The moment […]