Showing posts with label ice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ice. Show all posts
Thursday, August 22, 2019
082219d
skating on thin ice
colony
at the lunar pole
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
081419c
the coolest pad
this side of Pluto
Mercury's icy pole
Tuesday, June 25, 2019
062519
concentration camps
children moved from bare cages
in secret
men with ICEy hearts
in 2019 America
Monday, December 17, 2018
121718c
13,000 Lost Souls
Torn from their parents
imprisoned by a tyrant
do they ever see the sun?
feel a kind touch?
days turn to months
and where is their Christmas coming from?
Friday, November 16, 2018
111618
the stepping stones
are hydrogen oxide
hot feet plunge through
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
051518d
on this ice world
we found an underground sea
inky, cold, and deep
at first
we thought it void of life
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
122617
elves slink back to their dens
the darkened workshop
home to ice roaches
when the ice cap breaks
they'll be out of luck
for 100,000 years
Labels:
cherita,
Christmas,
climate change,
elves,
ice,
north pole,
poem,
roaches,
santa,
vermin,
xmas
Thursday, December 21, 2017
122117c
on Enceladus
"rocks" of frozen methane
slide on the underside of its ocean's icy lid
slow currents
mimic the effect of wind
on terrestrial deserts
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
102517
Mr. Megabux' Penguin Party
They called it a penguin party, although there was only one. It was quite large, it's true, but it was robotic, so was there any penguin at all, really? Then the iceberg rocked, and the silly thing slipped right off. Turned out it couldn't swim worth a darn. Wonder if that was covered by insurance. Still there on the bottom, or in it; no one felt it was worth salvaging. Critters enjoyed crawling on it and gluing their shells to it, I suppose, until the slide of '26 buried it too deep. Cold enough the nuclear-powered "brain" probably still works. Imagine it! All these years lying in the mud, nothing ... to ... do.... If an AI can go insane, that one has! If someone ever does retrieve it, and installs it in a functioning device, well, I'd like to see that. From a safe distance. Like at the controls of a drone.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
010817b
a teensey day
may break 20F
70s b4 week's end
that's Bama 4 u
Saturday, January 7, 2017
010717
So it actually did precipitate in Tuscaloosa last night. We had an accumulation of about 1 inch of snow, with a little ice at the bottom. Needless to say, civilization teetered on the brink in this part of the world.
As soon as the sun hit the roof this morning, even though it was actually still below freezing, water started cascading off, along with large chunks of softening snow.
There is still snow out there now, and as the sun sets behind the trees, things are stiffening up.
On another subject, Rhysling nominations started to come in. I am seeing some great poems that will be in the anthology this year. If you are a member of the SFPA, and you have not yet nominated any poems, please do. You have about five weeks
Labels:
Alabama,
fantasy,
horror,
ice,
poetry,
Rhysling,
science fiction,
sf,
snow,
speculative,
Tuscaloosa,
weather,
winter
Friday, June 24, 2016
062416c
melting footholds
in Plutonian hills
cool breeze blowing
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