ROUGH ASTRONOMY, by Chris Farago.
What do you steer by?…
PIANO MAN, by Jim Meirose.
What if the map goes in every known and unknown direction? …
THE HOUSE UNDER THE HOLLYWOOD SIGN, by Tamra Lucid.
Or if it stops dead halfway before journey’s end?…
HOW THE WORLD CAME TO BE, by Bruce Thompson.
What was on that map, anyway?…
THE FIRST DEATH, by Mindi Meltz.
It was a myth, that’s what myths are for…
MOUNTAIN WORDS, by Nick Engelfried.
What leads one to yearn to share directions with another?…
THE CRIPPLED KINGFISHER, by Brendan Hamilton.
Especially when the mapmaker can’t fly, themselves…
FORUGH FARROKHZAD, by Brian Griffith.
Often, wings clipped lead others to fly…
WARM, by Jeff Schiff.
There’s a flight pattern…
WHERE I LIVE SOME OF THE TIME, by Barry Vitcov.
There’s a holding pattern…
DETOUR ON THE PEACE PATH, by Charles Fischman.
Sometimes we climb so high in the clouds we forget what we’re doing up there…
JAMAICA, by Marie Davis and Margaret Hultz.
You can find love in the clouds, though…
GIDDY DITTY, by Marissa Bell Toffoli.
Or Joy…
SALMON CONTRAIL AT DUSK, by David D.Horowitz.
And of course it could just be you’re happy with the path you’re already on…
The TODBLOG is searching its flight log for a way forward from this holding pattern…and JAM TODAY realizes it’s not breaking trail anymore, but what about those potatoes, hey…
This issue’s picture contributed by ALEX COX, whose rumored flight path is always straight ahead and damn the torpedoes.
The next issue is 1 July, and it’s the SUMMER 2019: ETERNITY OR BUST issue…contributions by 1 June, please…
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