Poetry and Fiction

Perfect Day

by csfriedman on January 7, 2013 in Poetry and Fiction

‘Perfect Day’ first appeared in the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, March/April 2012 issue.


When Stanley Betterman awoke Monday morning he didn’t know that everyone else in the world was naked.

His own pajamas were securely in place when his brainware buzzed his neural centers, cutting short a particularly nice dream about falling mortgage rates. The striped cotton might have looked a little more greenish than usual as he staggered to the bathroom, but his Color My World app always took a little while to get up to speed in the morning. Otherwise, there was no sign that anything was wrong. Read more


Bad Trip

by admin on May 5, 2011 in Poetry and Fiction

In May of 2011 I volunteered to teach a writing workshop in a juvenile correctional facility in Sacramento. In order to encourage my students to engage with me, I invited them to join me in crafting a science fiction story. They could contribute whatever plot elements they wanted, and I would help them weave it all into a single narrative. And it was okay if the elements were a bit crazy, I said, because this was science fiction; I wanted them to have fun with it.


So we wound up with a First Contact story in which aliens chose a junkie drug dealer for their first human contact. Read more



by admin on January 1, 2011 in Poetry and Fiction

I see you walking down the darkened streets
Wrapped in some secret, sullen loneliness,
Your empty steps the only sound for miles,
Your phantom thoughts an echo in the night.
What drives you from the fellowship of man
To these dark places, where no human voice
Sings out in fevered pitch the words of thanks
Which echo in this season on the wind?
What brings you to this street where thoughts unwind
In solitude, their secret undisturbed
by mortal means, or else immortal guile?
I follow without sound, giving no hint
Of my true nature, or of my intent.
As for my hunger, that is best unsaid. Read more


Trick or Treat

by admin on January 1, 2011 in Poetry and Fiction

Celebrate, young ones
Safe in the night
What is the past to you?
Costumes and makeup
Candy delight
Meaning enough for youth.

Never mind darkness
Never mind death
Never mind Winter’s wrath
It’s just a party
Only a game
Played along lighted paths. Read more