spring sunrise alien buds unfold under a UV lamp telepathic sages praise the verdant day which mindset will go best with new baseball cap? mating dance of the spybot insects her aura color clearly tells she came to say good bye! hunting in Triangulum for a new home planet then the blood moon was branded with a coca-cola ad armalcolite scarecrow in the cell culture lab face to face with a row of clones in the identity parade isolation zone guard beatboxing to himself my jetcar slows as the fusion reactor blows a valve just woken from the stillness of the cryo-dream Participating poets Roman Lyakhovetsky: verses 1 (hokku), 3 (daisan), 5, 11 Elizabeth McFarland: verses 2, 4, 7, 9,12 (ageku) Raamesh Gowri Raghavan: verses 6, 8, 10 Scheme jo (verses 1-3), ha (verses 4-8), kyu (verses 9-12) Tomegaki by Roman The great Edgar Allan Poe once wrote: "A poem in my opinion is opposed to a work of science by having for its immediate object pleasure, not truth.” Sci-fi themed poetr...
He was a Sainik School boy, since his 6th standard, then NDA, then IMA. 45 years of marriage to my mother did not get that out of his system. I was internally devastated as we wheelchaired him to the Navy hospital ward. He'd lost weight and energy and, as it seemed, the will to live. At the Navy hospital, we weren't allowed to stay or minister to him. I thought I had seen the last of him. In the night call with mother he told us what he ate at the Naval hospital: noodles and manchurian for lunch, chapati-dal-subzi for dinner. We had struggled for weeks as he nauseated food, and ate nothing but thin buttermilk. That was his home, among the men in uniform. The boy just got home, after 30 years in the wilderness of civilian life. finally finding what our pet likes eating most — attention Published in Glomag May 2025