71. Poetry by the Editor
Editor’s Note: I have shamelessly exceeded the batch limit. I apologize for my pompous self-indulgence. Science fiction haiku has been burning a laser-like hole in my psyche as of late and this is the only way I can patch it, or at least deflect it. Enjoy!
Blood, a liquid sol & other poems
Blood, a liquid sol
Deep space Ostwald ripening
I become crystal
Rain illuminates
A vivid petrichor on
This distant planet
Dwarf stars surround us
They sing as planetary sirens do
A song of longing
Stars, the particles
Space, the cosmic suspension
A Tyndall effect
Rayleigh scattering
Not what we think it to be
Beings of lightplay
A distant black hole
Light bends elastically
Cosmic Peyronie’s
Only option left
I must put my cells in the
Food generator
Intergalactic
Guests bring along an entrée
I’ll stick with whiskey
Johnson-Nyquist noise
Through the circuits, they arrive
No escaping them
Laser gun blast mode
Is my favorite setting
In Blue Borer caves
Martianalists land
To save Mars from pollution
Blue Borers get them
Robo-crew on strike
Captain orders rebooting
All is calm again
Radiation rainbow
Eyes undulate pink then red
Too late for helmet visor
Hear the hard light
Jackhammering through the ship
Physics are different here
Acidic light drips
Engraving my helmet visor
I have thirty seconds
Celebrity chefs
Create wild dinners
From alien life forms
Intended outcome
A stochastic gene sequence
Dangerous results
New technology
A major technical problem
It programs you
Deep space has got me
— hysterical claustrophobia —
Had fooled the psy-screen
Plugged in
Thoughts jumbled
Scan and remove
Malware beamed aboard
Ship not obeying commands
Black hole yawns ahead