another Old One

Good Thing It Was A Small One


a little god walking in on us
caught a few with their pants down and
some asleep at the wheel,
driving right into that half-mile footprint
with too many toes.


End


File last saved July '97, and it was published somewhere.

"eel week" in podcast

beam me up 159

13:33 min/sec into an hour-long podcast

http://beameup.podOmatic.com/entry/2009-05-30T18_28_45-07_00

even in de feet

The scientist mumbles


thoroughly
randomized the planet died
but still it moves

briquet people
in defeat line up to burn
bar-be-queue

audio review of Nursery Rhyme Noir

http://www.publicbroadcasting.net/wual/arts.artsmain?action=viewArticle&sid=14&id=1470478&pid=217

sure and its working

There was an old robot from Mars
who constantly gazed at the stars
it liked all the rest
but loved very best
the small ones that blinked in its jars

DN 83 at printer

Yep. If all goes well it should be in the mail 1st week in June.

Chef Burl Ives

buns arisin'
and firewood gittin' low
good though

cat burglars on steroids

fly by night
break into Peter Pan plants
Dumbo's thugs

new sf flash story

http://www.dailycabal.com/2009/05/oh_yeah_that_chicken.html

old poem

Fourteen Reasons Why You Too Should Undergo Gene Surgery


1. Increased frequency of successful sexual encounters.
2. Improved resistance to sexually transmitted diseases.
3. Concision.
4. You will be taller.
5. It is very hip.
6. Improved language acquisition.
7. Easy payment plan.
8. Impress your friends.
9. Score points with your boss.
10. Do your own thing.
11. Money-back guarantee.
12. Rapid healing.
14. Improved mathematical ability.


published somewhere; not looking in the old card file just now.

older poem

archaeolog


The Empath strokes the weathered stone,
Evoking tactile images: smoothness, yielding warmth,
the prickle of dust.
Deeper she buries her SELF in the layered history
Of this freighted artifact;
Sensations of electrostatic force, gravitic repulsion,
Odors of ozone and dust, a hint of exotic organics --
Perfume of the vanished owner? Or a cleaning agent.
Deeper. The present is the path to the past.
Give up the present, abandon all connections.
The tinkling of chimes, low-frequency rumblings, oddly
syncopated,
(speech?), briefly, a cacophony of noise.
Deeper....the empathic sphere yields love, pride;
These may be the fossilized emotions of the artist itself!
The empath's excitement shocks her partway out of the
trance,
Relax, find the receptive frame, receive the past, live it
The emotions return, stronger, they live,
She IS the artist: a fragment of vision sears the mind's
Eye. The artifact is perceived in the moment of creation,
Whole, new, and in its proper frame of reference.
Time, considered as an onion of detritus,
Peeled to its core of fossil NOW.
But where perception reaches, understanding still may fail.
The empath spirals outward to her NOW of shattered relics;
Striving to comprehend the lives that now are dust.


END


Prev. publ. Star*line. Not sure when, but file last saved 1997.

older podcast entries

www.starshipsofa.com (all poems)

#46, 4 minutes in, "red shifted star"
#44, 1:30, "Flesh-eating alien vampire sex on the moon"

one more zombie poem

Blue Light Special

it's not
easy being
blue taste gone and smell bad
still welcome at some bars HEllo
BABY!

DN 83

Finally got serious about layout. Back to it now.

audio sf

http://beameup.podomatic.com/entry/2009-05-23T16_12_57-07_00

"Doing double time" by me at 31 minutes in this hour-long sf podcast

Snoopy

beagles yawn
when the sun hits the grass
the baying vase

wazzup?

the stasis bubble
after 50 kiloyears
yawn and stretch

shoulda used teflon

Looking for the key

gears
gears run the universe, he said
Professor Squirrelly
we called him
had to eat our words
when we found the monstrous
clockwork ticking ticking
on the Uberplane

each tick slower than the last
frequencies shifting down
we see it everywhere
in the sun & stars; yep, it's
gonna be a cold winter
unless we can
get it wound


end

Wells

her desiccated
corpse again he resets
the gyro spins

it looks close enough to touch

inside the sphere
more shells built as the sun cooled
warm black sky kernel

new sf flash story

http://www.dailycabal.com/

future archeology?

hot off the electrons

My latest poem at Strange Horizons http://www.strangehorizons.com/2009/20090518/merkel-p.shtml

Azathoth redux

amorphous
bubbling chaos at the heart
clean this up son

really bugs me

little Rob joined the
Cult of the Hemiptera
they suck

Review of "Night Ship to Never"

http://www.slothjockey.com/books/bryant_shelly/nightship.shtml

teaching new tricks

Speak!
_la, la, la_
angels! *disgusted*






sorry. not funny.

margarita time?

October snow
the salted briny streets
weresnails writhe

Geico ruins everything

history shows how
nature points up folly of man
Geckoia!

got away clean

self-cleaning carpet
jumped right on Grandma
no autopsy

M8

How's that workin' out since Antarctica?

pentagonal
barrel-shaped couriers
carry the good news
through interstellar space
we bring the shoggoths

M7

beneath ice and stone
a cold and lightless sea
ripples strike the shore

M6

oldest known humans
were slaves and fodder
on this dead world

M5

deep in bedrock
billion-year-old skeleton
waiting for the stars

intoxication

the plant blooms but once
but lasts for milennia
shared scents spawn cultures

e=e

no parallel worlds
cos can't create energy
you only die once

JG Ballard not an SF writer?

Smackdown by Le Guin!

http://ellen-datlow.livejournal.com/184430.html

M4

"Prince of Darkness"
destroyed incidentally
Elder Gods return

WHAT did I SAY!?

her sleek perfection
glows with dangerous heat
burnt toast

mythoku 3: guest quatrain

I can't explain

a stirring in the torchlit pool
dark constellations twist and shift
a shadow looms and seeks rebirth
souls are severed, set adrift

mythoku 2: will you oil my back?

Not willing to become a hermit

in winter
turtlenecks cover gill slits
beachgoers recoil
a few in bikinis
are intrigued and unabashed

thanks to Unger's

cartoon of the day for inspiration.

http://comics.com/herman/?Page=1&ViewType=Thumb

can u smell what The Pot is cooking?

Uncle Pothandle
felt a part of something larger
but not much larger

illos found!

Got the missing envelope back. A couple from it will be in #83. I start layout on that issue this weekend.

mythoku 1: don't open it!

New Librarian

Jill opened the book
bound in smooth pale leather
oops
custodian runs screaming
red rivulets run too

a rare Dell

last working robot
auctioned for 80 mil
virtual collector

zombiku 27: sharper than a serpent

so glad
to have your son returned
watch out he bites

Jeremy Shipp inspired this

sea of sporks
waving in seasonal winds
soon meatball rain




But all blame's my own

zombiku 26: stop me if you've heard this one

zombie walked down street
turned into a bar
no - still a zombie

loved the story and the movie

a wan and his fil
dining on luscious wanette
“arf” means thanks

zombiku 25: classes cancelled

dress shirt no longer white

thoughts
form
bubble
burst before
reaching cerebrum
body cruises autopilot
below water table but still digging in the muck

kraken

we dwelt within
the opalescent chamber
many years before we met its builder

zombiku 24: SNACK TIME

a vampire
is empty calories
to a zombie

leaving the cluster

at night the ramp
ripples with emigré rats
doomed world

generator ready 2 go

know we're virtual
when they pull the plug
hope God pays his bills

zombiku 23: retrospective

pigeons from hell
cluster thickly on the roof
thanks REH

millennial musings

red and white box
keeps her childhood memories
scrap of Earth cloth

zombiku 22: preventive measures

:X

you
sew
their mouths
shut so they
can't tell secrets curse
you or cast any other spells



a fib (6-line fibonacci-series-based ku

:X=zombie

cthulhu flu

alignment foretold

the protein coats
in their quadrillions
a hyperlens
one stumble to the left
cough and a gate opens