Minimalist Genre Poetry #1

I am the author of the following published genre poetry. Enjoy!

sunspots erupt
the Spring of change
……………..[scifaiku published in SCIFAIKUEST (print edition) Feb. 2015]

orange listened
purple imagined
inhuman Spring
……………..[scifaiku published in SCIFAIKUEST (print edition) Feb. 2015]

aliens at war
human diplomacy
winter becomes Spring
……………..[scifaiku published in SCIFAIKUEST (print edition) May 2015]

a purple sunflower
awakening others
……………..[scifaiku published in SCIFAIKUEST (print edition) August 2015]

a frozen planet
forbidden seas
……………..[scifaiku published in SCIFAIKUEST (Online edition) Aug. 2015]

luminous arc of gas
a coven on Betelgeuse
……………..[scifaiku published in SCIFAIKUEST (print edition) Nov. 2015]

on a pool of glass
erasing the ghost
……………..[scifaiku published in SCIFAIKUEST (Online edition) Nov. 2015]

soul harvest
witch extinction
……………..[scifaiku published in SCIFAIKUEST (print edition) Nov. 2015]

spaceship descent
invisible matter
……………..[scifaiku published in SCIFAIKUEST (Online edition) Nov. 2015]




E is for Essie (Colonel Esseline Robinson)

E is for Essie (A to Z Blogging Challenge)

Colonel Esseline Robinson is the protagonist in my published novel:  A Way About  (see sidebar).

From the first chapter:

My day started out with the potential to be normal.  In the end, when all had been resolved, the opposite became evident.

“AunEss, AunEss, answer your com!”

I moved my eyes from the report I was writing and punched the com screen.  The screen came to life.  I had left my com on audio so that my writing could be freely interrupted, but this didn’t sound positive.  My niece only called me AunEss when she was extremely upset.

“Sweetheart, what’s up?” I quietly asked.  Her face was very pale; quite unlike her usual fifteen-year-old rosy glow.

“There’s blood all over the floor in reception.  I don’t want to go any further inside.”

“You’re at the archaeology lab?”

“Yes, I just got here for work.  When I opened the door and saw all the blood, I couldn’t move.”

Ari pointed her com towards the floor.  There was a large pool of blood there, but nothing else was visible.

“Not moving is good!  Ari, you did the correct thing by calling me.  Is there anyone around?”


“Then just stay put.  I’ll be right along.”

I scrambled out of Police Prime, and got my ride from the police parking lot across from Sector Park.  Being Colonel Esseline Robinson, the Planetary Police Chief of Ascendant, I had my own police vehicle.  Even though I was on administrative leave while I helped my niece, Ariana, settle into living with me, I decided she would need my support at the scene.

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D is for Daffodils

D is for Daffodils (A to Z Blogging Challenge)

The flowers are just emerging on the West Coast of Canada.

Rhubarb sprouting -- must get out and pull weeds!

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C is for Cyn

C is for Cyn (A to Z Blogging Challenge)

Cyn-Tia Silverthorne is the protagonist in my forthcoming novel:  An Alien Collective  (see sidebar).

From the first chapter:

Chapter One

I opened my eyes, and I gagged.  I discovered I was lying face down, and that my mouth was wide open to the grass beneath me.  So I lifted my head, rolled my body to the right, and sat up.

Where am I?

My environment was totally unfamiliar.

To get a better view, I stood on my feet and took a couple of stiff and hesitant steps.  Then I stopped.  A small enclosed compound surrounded me, and I was not alone.  About six or seven other young adults were slowly getting to their feet, or starting to move about.  Few words were being spoken; the others seemed as stunned as I was.

My head is killing me!

The compound, we were in, was enclosed by a metal fence and carpeted with grass.  The sunshine glinted off the six foot high, mesh-like fence. Some sort of large box occupied one corner.  To add to my confusion, the sun seemed as strange as the purple-hued grass.

Thinking I could get a better view of the area, I walked towards the fence where it connected to the corner box.

What’s this? 

I felt a little breathless; actually, my mind was frozen with confusion.

Over the top of the box, I looked into an adjacent compound inhabited by some strange beings.  The humanoids were unlike anything I’d ever seen.  These aliens appeared to have all the same body parts as we did, but that’s where any resemblance to humans stopped.  Their baldness and large ears seemed to complement their dark mottled skin.  The aliens, in my vicinity, had a tall, slim physique.  My appearance had instantly stopped their restless movement.

One being was close to my location.  Neither of us moved; intensely, we stared at each other over the top of the box.

The alien’s clothing appeared to be soft, supple, and camouflaging.  Our closeness allowed me to observe that their skin was consistent with their clothing.

It was unnerving how the alien was similarly undressing me.  I felt like I was on display; the feeling was probably mutual.

“Where are they from?” I mumbled out loud.

“We are from the planet Temma,” the alien answered.

Instinctively, I took a big step backward.  Then I grunted when I stumbled and almost landed on my ass.  I needed to get a handle on my reactions.

“You speak English?”

“Unlikely.  But take a look at what is around your neck.”  The alien lifted an upper appendage—very similar to a hand—and pointed at me.

I hadn’t noticed there was something metal hanging on a cord around my neck.  My right hand reached up and grabbed it.  In my hand rested a small black metal object that had lights, numbers, and letters on its surface.

“I believe we’ve all been given universal translators.”

“Who are you?” I blurted.  I don’t know why that popped out of my mouth.

“As I said, I am a Temman male, and my name is Stire.”

I should respond, I thought.

“Oh, ah, ah, my name is Cyn.  Actually, Cyn-Tia Silverthorne, but just call me Cyn.  And I am a girl, I mean female, of the human species.”

Get a grip, idiot.  That sounded really stilted.

“Where are we?  What are we doing here?  Did you bring us here?” I stammered.  By this time, the rest of the humans had gathered behind me.

I tried to read Stire’s body language and facial expressions, but my senses were currently overloaded.


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Quotation – February 26, 2012


To walk the sands of an alien world,
To feel the wind and breathe the air …
What longing lies within my soul
That stirs emotions lost in time,
That makes me crave a double-star,
A red-hued sky and rings of gold?

To dig bare feet in dusky beach
And watch the wonders of fiery ocean-
Is it not our destiny to go
And seek fulfillment in the Void,
To sate this craving in man’s soul
Before the memory is again destroyed.

Starlog  July, 1981

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