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Let’s give this another chance: Black Sabbath’s “Forbidden.”

In 1995, Black Sabbath released “Forbidden” and it wasn’t particularly well-received. I’d been into Sabbath for three or four years at that point, having discovered them via this tape: I had several of the Ozzy albums, as well as the Dio ones. I got Cross Purposes with Tony Martin on vocals and liked it well enough, but I was mainly about Ozzy and Dio. Anyway, … Continue reading Let’s give this another chance: Black Sabbath’s “Forbidden.”

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Third Wish

Copyright © 2019 Patrick Walts All Rights Reserved Sometimes, on a clear enough night, beneath the oppressive glow of a full moon, when even the brightest lights of man’s most populous cities struggle to match the brilliance of the stars overhead, my skin begins to tingle. It’s a curious sensation, one that I daresay invokes something akin to a sick sense of nostalgia within me–for … Continue reading Third Wish

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Childish Things

A selection from Moon Garden which first appeared on Spillwords. Aunt Phyllis’s moon garden is one of my fondest and earliest childhood memories. During one of our annual week-long stays at her house in Kentucky, I waited until everyone was asleep and slipped out the open window of my cousin Michael’s old first floor bedroom with what I imagined at the time was the greatest … Continue reading Childish Things

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Delicacies

A selection from Moon Garden Copyright © 2019 Patrick Walts All Rights Reserved “Humans.”  Gax wrinkled his proboscis in disgust.  “Always traipsing about the galaxy with such reckless abandon, doing as they please without repercussion.” Kanak gurgled his agreement, his antennae twitching in annoyance. “They won’t stop until they’ve polluted the entire universe,” Gax continued.  “Do you know what they call it when they colonize … Continue reading Delicacies

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Death Mines of Mars

For Chuck Lancaster, Captain of the GoldStarr Mining Company rocketship Isis, dinnertime in space was a dismal prospect, at best. Oh, sure, food cubes made one’s belly feel full and provided all the necessary vitamins and nutrients a body needed for a lengthy outer space voyage, but every time he took a bite out of one, he found himself pining for the comforts of home … Continue reading Death Mines of Mars

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The Scoop

A selection from Moon Garden It was approximately 6:35 PM when I rapped my knuckles against the warped and weatherbeaten door of Hendrick’s Antiques and Watch Repair on the corner of 39th Street and Farrington Avenue. The luminous reflection of the yellowish-orange sunset splashed across the sky behind me like spilt cans of paint prevented me from glancing into the main display window to see … Continue reading The Scoop

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Signals

When they finally came, it was in a giant flying saucer, just like in the movies. People in bathrobes stepped out of their front doors to collect their morning papers from their driveways and looked up to see its underside obscuring the sun–just like in the movies. The aliens themselves were your traditional garden-variety greys of B-movie and conspiracy nut fame, giving the latter a … Continue reading Signals

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What should Captain Kirk do on his vacation?

Kirk looked up from his desk and saw Doctor McCoy standing in the doorway to his quarters carrying a bottle of Saurian brandy and two glasses. “Little early, isn’t it, Bones? “The hell it is,” grumbled McCoy, setting the glasses down on the desk. “Not after everything you’ve been through.” He popped the cork off the bottle of brandy and poured. “This is medicinal.” “For … Continue reading What should Captain Kirk do on his vacation?

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Bellum

Proeliator Latro leaned over the railing encircling the balcony outside his chambers and surveyed his kingdom. “Lovely view, isn’t it?” he asked the woman standing by his side. “Especially at night, beneath full moons.” His shimmering blue cloak fluttered in the cool midnight breeze. “To one who knows only barren, desolate plains full of dry bones, it is paradise,” she replied. Amidst the wild, twisting … Continue reading Bellum

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