Roger Still- Three Poems

Pusilanimouse

He's a cowardly mouse

who hides behind

everything, until finally

he finds that inner strength,

discovers he knows

how to use an axe (!)

and then overtakes

the small universe

inside the wall.

Sounds Space Guns Make

this is the flash

sizzle dazzle sparkle

razzle rizzo sound

of an intergalactic conquest,

so turn the volume up,

enjoy the ride.

Wendigo

where does myth come

from 

other than reality, I keep thinking

as the horns approach me

and I realize I'm done for here.

 

 

JD DeHart- A Poem

Province

Son of a Greek god hidden on an island

floating in the desert,

moving like a phalanx, 

the young man has no idea what his journey

will be.

He journeys through narrow gates and through

a burned land where an old man

threatens him from heaps of ruins.

He meets long-armed giants and beautiful

women who invite him to death.

He rides the high mountain, which moves

with eternal certainty, and outwits Hades.

Then, the young man returns home to discover

his mother is an eagle, his father has returned,

and the island is no more.

 

 

JD DeHart is a writer and teacher.  He also blogs and you can publish your own on his site, Tangerine Heart Poetry Zine.

Janne Karlsson- A Cartoon

                                                           "Alien Encounters"

Alan Catlin- Three Poems

The Progeny

The academic subjects she

showed the most aptitude for

were chemistry and biology.

Not that she’d actually studied

either. School was for dipshits,

everyone knew that.  As an

apprentice in the family business,

making meth in home cooking,

trailer trash rigs, she’d aced

all her prelims, moved from basics

to high level work, until she knew

all there was to know.  In between

courses, by the age of 13, the age

of consent in her neck of the woods,

consent being a relative concept,

she started dropping kids, six,

maybe seven, but who was counting?

They were all sallow faced, malnourished

things, some so dreadfully pale and

with tainted yellow eyes, people

wondered if they were of human born. 

Not that she could say much about

their origins, having only been there

in a physical sense at the time of their

conception.  A couple of generations

down the line, genetics would reveal all:

cretins or aliens, it would all be

the same to her.

Alien Sex

According to published

reports, UFO sightings

skyrocketed following

sputnik launch and release

of a steady proliferation

of science fiction movies

featuring beings from outer

space.  Attendant abduction

stories involving undocumented,

unverifiable close encounters

of a sexual kind, caused cynical

observers to remark, “ Given

what these folks look like,

it’s the only kind of sex they

could get.  Most of them couldn’t

flag down a bull in a tightly

closed ring.”  Who knows what

an alien finds attractive? 

How long it had been?

The Thing

The guy who did stats for

the local rag said he was

officially listed as seven foot

four and a half inches and weighed

three forty-five. He could have

played in the NBA, if he could

have shot, run or dribbled a

basketball.  All of which went

a long way to explaining why he

was marooned on one of the outer

moons of Jupiter playing minor

league basketball, which was what

Albany was to pro hoops in terms

of the NBA. The way he picked up

a pitcher of beer and absorbed it in

his hand, was the way mere mortals

handled a shot glass.  After inhaling

three or four of  those, he claimed

to have arm wrestled Andre the Giant

and the guy who played the original Hulk

and won, a dubious claim no one was

about to challenge.  A few more snorts

of suds and he looked ready to audition

for a starring role as the title character

in yet another bad remake of “The Thing

from Outer Space”.  He wouldn’t even

need makeup.

J "Ash" Gamble- Three Poems

Hang from the Moon

Like surfers of the stars

and spreading universe,

we hung ten from the moon

and caught some glorious

waves.

Shirley the Siren

She's short and round

with kinky blonde boy hair

but I love her and it makes

me head toward the rocks.

Wet Suit

It lives, it breathes,

we thought it was skin

but it was only a suit.

 

 

J "Ash" Gamble is a late in life poet from Florida.

 

 

Denny E. Marshall- Three Poems

Three Haiku

in wide long orbit
starting from the Kuiper Belt
earth killer arrives

telescope viewing
riding with the universe
in a time machine

space exploration
unmarked tombstone in graveyard
dying a slow death

Alan Catlin- Three Poems

Waiting for the UFO’s

Every week,

garbage trucks

compacting

their loads.

                                   

Fenced in dog’s

                                            frantic howls;

what kind of

monsters are these?

Screaming Orgasm

Maybe she was a new joke

on the electorate, signed up

for post grad work in Idiot

Savant, a degree she didn’t

have to study for.  Set free

for lunch, she informs the unwary

at the bar of an uncanny

coincidence of celebrity

sightings combined with

a tidal wave of UFO’s alleged

to have polluted these same skyways

the celebrities were seen in.

I was almost amazed how one

seemingly innocuous quasi-news

items could get twisted so

completely out of shape by

what was presumed to be a human

intelligence.  I listened as she

spoke to the diehards along

the wood, who would put up

with just about anything as

long as the next beer was forth

coming, about how Elvis, thought

dead by many for decades, had

switched his voting allegiance

this year from Republican to

Democrat, as if , somehow, that

would have been significant if he

were actually alive.

Mind Parasites

They are as malleable as plastic figurines,

space vampires and mind parasites,

come in all sizes and shapes, determined

by phases of a solar system of planetary

moons and radical changes in climates

these phases may produce. Life-sized

replicas are available for purchase online

for true believers at an introductory, one time

only, rate of 488 dollars plus shipping and

handling. 

These alien creatures often masquerade as

angels, hiding inside burning bushes or on

the edge of wild fires of indeterminate cause.

Are known to speak in tongues extinct since

the last days of the Tower of Babel and can only

be interpreted by psychics trained in the art

of ciphering unknown tongues.

Infra-red cameras capture their images as blurry

smears impossible to determine as true shapes or

finger smudges.  They appear as shining dots

on star charts often confused with super nova

stars or cosmic event residues, but at such great

distances, who could determine accurately which

they are?

Sun worshippers built temples that are still being

unearthed by scientists who cannot explain

how their civilizations worked, if in fact,

they appeared at all.

Their acolytes are legion to this day, said to be

recruited through brain wave effusions, interceptions,

where extracted thoughts are modified and thoughts

stifled to create the illusion of free will.

Like the gods of yore, they rule without mercy,

exacting vengeance for violations of strict codes

contained by unwritten laws.  Their history has

been written with invisible inks.  Hold the handmade

paper it was inscribed on up to the light and

the documents dissolve.