Blister Mister By Ornay Mahornayorn. From Planet Mister’s silver stream, Where moonlight flows in chrome-like gleam, Came river-aliens, sleek and bright, To conquer Earth one starless night. Their skin was silver, smooth and grand, Their saucer hummed above the land; Their leader cried, “Prepare the way! Earth shall be ours before first day!” But there … Continue reading Blister Mister
Potato Field By Taters Canning. When I was a young boy, thin as a rake, The Dust Bowl had left us with little to take. We drifted west, Depression weary in our hair, To Salinas, California, for work—or a prayer. My pa saw a field in the moon’s silver glow, With potatoes … Continue reading Potato Field
Toenail by Ozrafs the Great. Passed Mercury’s bright, metallic glow, Three friends arrived in Earth’s below: Ozrafs the Great, in scales of gold, Rolyat, quick, and Oemor, bold. From Planet Elppa they had flown, In a ship with fins of polished stone; They sought, in nineteen-eighty-something, A meal that Earthlings called “quite comforting.” To Campbell, … Continue reading Toenail
Through the surface of cratered moon, shining dimly out to open space, celestial devices, collecting dust underground. Among the first exhibits included: the sandglass, Cupid's arrow, the scale, balancing pans of good and evil. Floors down, one could stumble upon the stables of the charioteer, Helios, the dark wet cellar of Tartarus. But undoubtedly, tucked … Continue reading ‘Subterranean Museum’ by Robert William Shmigelsky
Our long hard trip has left us worn but wise We learn that matters that look large close by Can fade to naught when one sees from afar From Earth, the dying sun filled half the sky Fourteen light years away scarce does its shine Stand out from that of any pallid star * About … Continue reading ‘Big Picture’ by Lawrence Barker
I had returned. to find Viet Nam. To find my past. To find my lover. To find my Linh. I returned. So in the crags deep and distant from Tu Le, I searched. I search for my youth, I search for my answers, I search for Linh. I searched. I found only a temple. With … Continue reading ‘ANNAM’ by Romeo Esparrago
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