Scifaikuest

SCIFAIKUEST NOVEMBER 2019

ONLINE EDITION

Little Day of the Dead Girl by Sandy DeLuca

Happy Autumn, Readers!

I hope you enjoyed a delightfully creepy Halloween.

Our absolutely awesome artwork cover is Little Day of the Dead Girl by the so very talented Sandy DeLuca.

Also in this ONLINE issue, we have a very informative article about Cinquain, by Lauren McBride. If you’ve ever wondered about how to write this poetic form, I’m sure you will enjoy her interesting take on the subject.

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Thank you to our newest Scifaikuest contributors- Davian Aw, Brian Barnett, Anna Maria Dall’Olio, Debby Feo, Jeff Remling.

harvest moons
every Martian autumn
has two

(xeno-unit)

SCIFAIKU

halloween robots
collect candy door-to-door
control from smart phone

Denny E. Marshall

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mesmerized
by sunlight
child vampire

Christina Sng

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hair of the dog
Laika’s blood
drunk in orbit

overhang, by Benjamin Whitney Norris

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your detached retina
my escape pod
no looking back

jetisoned, by Benjamin Whitney Norris

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Space Station rules
simple enough to follow
at least for Humans

Lisa Hawkridge

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ELEPHANTILE

entire Universe
oblivious Micro-humans
elephant skin

Debby Feo

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Back into the trees
De-evolve the primates
Manual setback

Debby Feo

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fleet of spacecraft
adrift amid asteroids
alien graveyard

E. V. Darke

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vast asteroid field
awaiting exploration
space pirate’s lair

E. V. Darke

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the song I can’t
get out of my head
stasis chamber

Christina Sng

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top soldier program
robotic experiments
building our army

Brian Barnett

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android farmer seeds
fertile fields of hyperspace
fractals of beauty bloom 

Hillary Lyon

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grave robber

boxes full of spare parts
robot tries and fails
to repair its human.

Davian Aw

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the smart phone
told him what to do
he should have listened

David C. Kopaska-Merkel

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time farmer–
harvesting next fall’s seeds
for today’s planting

oino sakai c.2018.09.13

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the circle of life
white clouds and blue oceans
orbit decaying

Jeff Remling

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hard day in the microverse

hand sanitizer
most advanced society
meets apocalypse

Herb Kauderer

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hypno-teacher breaks down—
settlers’ kids go back to learning
the old-fashioned way

Lisa Timpf

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after hurricane
spaceships arrived
relief supplies

William Landis

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HORRORKU

electrical grid

a mad scientist
steals unlimited power
nothing can go wrong

Herb Kauderer

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the obsession –
looking down and staring
at her sleeping mate

Francis W. Alexander 

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window tapping —
the zombie’s belated
birthday wishes 

Francis W. Alexander

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free agent —
a choice of five places
he can haunt

Francis W. Alexander

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autumn takes the leaves
the farmers take in their grain
dead, I awaken

Jeff Remling

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TANKA

mass into photons
twenty-year journey to Gliese
photons into mass
three hundred souls embrace
surrounded by a lush green eden

Kimberly Nugent

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a swim in the Arcadia’s murky river
paints each of her hairs
with fluorescent motes—
outside the habi-dome, our border collie
shimmers in the twilight

Lisa Timpf

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still can’t decide
whether to go in or out
our cat hovers
by the entrance
of our escape pod

Christina Sng

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…time loop
repeating
the same mistakes
over and over
…time loop

Christina Sng

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new galaxy –
swirls of love
in his eyes…
every day
more like home

Susan Burch

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after a hard day

a five pronged socket
automaton reaches out
plugs in his fingers
and savors a first long drink
marking start of happy hour

Herb Kauderer

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clearing the land on Degna—
black smoke against an orange sky
as stumps of trees
a thousand years young
smoulder

Lisa Timpf

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ZAPPAI 

License Renewal

At spaceship bureau
cyborg pilot stands in line
destroys the eye test

Herb Kauderer

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CINQUAIN

stranger
born from star storms
forever so helpful
forever generous so kind
love you

Anna Maria Dall’Olio

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JOINED POEMS

ALL HALLOWS EVE

monsters in masks
lurk the streets
on all hallows eve
searching for girls
not candy
we patrol the streets
to protect the weak
after the kids are asleep
with halloween masks
and real axes

Christina Sng

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Monster-Movie ‘Ku

it’s in the blood
picking my teeth
by full moon’s light
unsure of himself
he stops at each mirror
still unseen
unable
to see the living
when to clank the chain
nails trimmed short
by the undertaker
hardwood casket

David C. Kopaska-Merkel

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HAIBUN

Me and My Big Mouth

John J. Dunphy

I didn’t mean to offend her. I really didn’t.
I was taking my alien neighbor on a tour of my award-winning rose garden. She asked me what’s my favorite rose color. I immediately replied, “Blood red!”
After a moment of icy silence, my neighbor pressed one of her fingers into a rose thorn. She then launched into a diatribe about the implied bigotry of such Earthcentric language and accused me of being an alienophobe.
dripping from
my neighbor’s pricked finger
green blood

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The Last Exodus

Lisa Timpf

The last Exodus out of New Brunswick, back in 2250, wasn’t all bad; most of the exiles found jobs at sea or out in space. For example, there’s the Rimbaut clan—Lazare and his sons and daughter—who took on the Degna to Fortuna run, clearing the space lanes of the junk, debris and detritus left behind by passing colony ships, passenger liners, meteor strikes, pirate raids, and even centuries-past dogfights, their origins lost in the mists of time. Doesn’t matter, all pieces large or small get grappled on board with the new, improved Canadarm, for Anna Rimbaut, the lab tech, to study, sort and sift.

Like fishermen returning their catch to the sea, they toss some pieces into the gravity field of the nearest planet—atmosphere as incinerator—while other items are recycled, donated to museums, or sold to private collectors.

You can call them glorified sanitation engineers, or scorn their ship as a kind of nuclear-powered snow plow, clearing the space lanes of debris. Still, if you arrive at your destination safely, you just may have the Rimbauts to thank.

their home is the sea—
and space is just
an ocean with stars 

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ARTICLE

The Not So Simple Cinquain

by Lauren McBride

In the early 1900s an American poet, Adelaide Crapsey, invented a five-line poem inspired by Japanese tanka and haiku. It became known as the Crapsey cinquain or American cinquain, cinq from the French word for five.

In brief, the poems are titled and follow a count of 2-4-6-8-2 syllables per line. An informative and thorough introduction to the Crapsey cinquain and its history can be found in Terrie Leigh Relf’s book The Poet’s Workshop and Beyond.

The didactic cinquain is meant to be simpler and, by definition, used for teaching. It is patterned after the Crapsey cinquain, but uses word counts not syllable counts. There is no title. Capitalization and punctuation seem to be at the discretion of the poet. Rules vary, but in its basic form the didactic cinquain has five lines and follows a count of 1-2-3-4-1 words per line.

To illustrate the difference, I will modify an unpublished Crapsey cinquain into a didactic cinquain in the following two-poem example: 

Crapsey cinquain (titled with a 2-4-6-8-2 syllable count per line):

Oh, the Inhumanity! 

Robot
Recycling Plant.
Dismembered arms, legs. Heads
severed, stripped, shelved. Bucket of eyes –
watching.

Didactic cinquain (untitled with a 1-2-3-4-1 word count per line):

Inhumanity!

Robot recycling –
Dismembered arms, legs.
Heads stripped of eyes,
Watching.

Freed from syllable counts, the didactic form is easier to write. Yet its total word count is almost always less than a Crapsey cinquain, and there is no title, which may or may not be limiting. In this case, I think the intent of my poem works as either a Crapsey cinquain or a basic didactic cinquain.

Simple, you say, but there is more. Consider the restrictive didactic cinquain with its formal rules that vary line by line, summarized here: 

line 1: a one-word title, the subject of the poem

line 2: a pair of adjectives describing that title

line 3: a three-word phrase that gives more information about the subject (often a list of three gerunds)

line 4: four words describing feelings related to that subject (some variations allow this to be a sentence with more than four words)

line 5: a single word synonym or other reference for the subject from line one 

Not so simple, you say, with that imposing list of rules. An example might help, so I have rewritten one unpublished poem three times to illustrate the three variations of the cinquain form, beginning with the Crapsey cinquain:

Comet’s Curse

Look up:
Watchful, wary.
Speeding among the stars –
Fireball! Earthbound! Be warned ye
sinners.

This poem draws from historic superstitions that comets were omens of bad luck or sent to punish sinners. As a Crapsey cinquain, it is fatally flawed (as I learned recently) because the word “fireball” can be pronounced as having either two or three syllables making it a poor choice to use in a poem that is based on syllable count.

However, this problem disappears when the poem is rewritten as a basic didactic cinquain adhering to word counts, not syllables:

Comet

Earthbound fireball
Speeding among stars
Sinners be watchful, wary
Cursed

And finally, I have rewritten this poem again guided by the line specific rules of the restrictive didactic cinquain:

comet

fireball, earthbound
punishing, dooming, destroying
sinners watchful and wary
cursed

While simpler than a Crapsey cinquain, the restrictive didactic cinquain has a pleasant rhythm to it and need not be overlooked. There is no correct version, only a poet’s choice of which form works best to express an idea. In fact, rewriting a poem several different ways may help to refine an idea or lead to word choices that end up in the final version.

For further experimentation, try writing a cinquain in reverse, or join two together in a mirror image, or remove one middle line for a butterfly cinquain. There are many examples and variations on the web, and an excellent history of their origins in Relf’s The Poet’s Workshop and Beyond.

Why not take five and try writing a five line, not so simple cinquain? You might find it simply irresistible.

Works Cited 

“Cinquain Examples.” Your Dictionary n.d. Web.

Fineman, Kelly. “Cinquain variations.” Writing and Ruminating. 28 April, 2016. Web.

Johnson, Ben. “Didactic Cinquain.” Poetry Forms. n.d. Web.

Relf, T. L. (2012). The Poet’s Workshop and Beyond. (pp. 78-81). Cedar Rapids, Iowa: Sam’s Dot Publishing.

Wilson, Catherine. “Poetry: The forms and the History.” Prose-n-Poetry. 19 January, 2003. Web.

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FAVORITE POEM by editor t. santitoro

the circle of life
white clouds and blue oceans
orbit decaying

Jeff Remling

The whole story unfolds with a powerful punch in that last line. Well done!

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BIOS

Davian Aw grew up wanting to write novels and make movies, but instead ended up selling a lot of poetry and getting nominated for the Rhysling Award. He lives with his family in Singapore, where he works as a copywriter and web developer and thinks Keanu Reeves is awesome.

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Brian Barnett, author of Graveyard Scavenger Hunt and Carnival of Chaos, lives in Frankfort, Kentucky.

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Susan Burch: Susan Burch is a good egg.

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Anna Maria Dall’Olio:
MA Languages: English and Portuguese (Pisa, 1985), BA Letters (Pisa, 2004).

She has been teaching English in Italian high schools since 1987.

She likes sightseeing as well as spending time & money in bookshops.

She shares her flat with Balder, a fawn Norwegian Forest cat.

She devoted herself to fiction, poetry and playwriting.

Dall’Olio’s dramatic and poetic interests are stressed on reality as well as society, even if she deals with her own life. As far as poetry is concerned, it is always the topic which points out the most convenient poetic style of each poem: topics are up-to-date, and so final layouts are totally unexpected. As for fiction, Dall’Olio deals with reality as much as fantasy (and vice versa) mixing different genres of prose and poetry.

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Lisa Hawkridge is a young writer and poet working boring day jobs to pay rent while embracing the writing of Science Fiction and Fantasy in both poetry and prose form, and her greatest endeavor and true calling

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William Landis: a writer out of North Carolina who spends his days helping farmers, his weekends training for warfare and the fleeting moments of inspiration in between writing. 

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Hillary Lyon is founder and editor for the Arizona-based independent poetry publisher, Subsynchronous Press. She is an SFPA Rhysling Award nominated poet. When not writing, she paints furniture in the Dia de los Muertos-style, and creates illustrations for horror and pulp fiction publications.

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Lauren McBride finds inspiration in faith, family, nature, science and membership in the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association (SFPA). Nominated for the Best of the Net, Rhysling and Dwarf Stars Awards, her poetry has appeared in dozens of publications including Kaleidotrope, Silver Blade and The Grievous Angel. She enjoys swimming, gardening, baking, reading, writing and knitting scarves for troops.

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Kimberly Nugent is a freelance editor and stay at home mom who tortures her cats with death metal as she flits about the house. She is also a gamer, nerd, and lover of all things geek…and crochet.

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Jeff Remling: A past museum curator and computer programmer, Jeff Remling prefers to write horror and fiction based upon his knowledge of U.S. and world history.

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