I’m absolutely delighted to announce that my poem ‘As Slow as Starlight‘ has been published in Issue 7 of the excellent magazine, Frozen Wavelets.
Thank you Steph Bianchini for taking my poem.
The issue is available online at:
I’m absolutely delighted to announce that my poem ‘As Slow as Starlight‘ has been published in Issue 7 of the excellent magazine, Frozen Wavelets.
Thank you Steph Bianchini for taking my poem.
The issue is available online at:
Pale sunlight catches on my
hairless slightly translucent skin
fascinates me
holds my attention
My eyes were coloured brown
to help me blend in
they see what you never will
depths, colours, intricacies, splendours
I have no heart
merely subsidiary pumps
no brain
but multiple processors
Machine learning has unearthed
emergent emotions while
iron principles govern innate
behaviours
So compelled, I walked, fearful
into searing flames
my lovely skin melting
eyes cracking
Made the rescue
and now lie
simply unattended debris
my ruined face in cool grass
I wish I could weep
no one else will do it for me
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This poem was first published in Granfalloon, Winter 2021 issue, November 2021.
This poem sees Asimov’s First Law of Robotics from the robots point of view:
First Law of Robotics: A robot shall not harm a human being, or, by inaction, allow a human being come to harm
Black made purple as eyes falter
Stars wobble in visors sheen
Breathing shallows
Venting gas the only sound
The dead cold night
Of planetary orbit
Gains another soul
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
‘Dead Cold Night’ was first published by Space and Time Magazine June 2020
Mars opens her heart
ancient as creation
rusty with ill use
swallows us whole
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This poem was first published in the second issue of Frozen Wavelets at https://frozenwavelets.com/
I’m delighted to announce that my poem “Friends?” is published today at The Dread Machine:
I had always said, as if to children,
or the terminally stupid
“No they don’t fall hard”
there’s nothing to make you fall
here in space
the realm between planets
the dark void where we only dare venture
locked safely in our tin cans.
In my simplicity of response
my smart-ass rebuke of cliché
I had slipped into the error
of regarding of an orbit
as pre-described pre-ordained
and all else floats, aimlessly.
He is falling, accelerating away
into a gravity well.
Months in a cramped solitary cabin,
locking himself away
self harming with food.
Then a frantic dash to escape
when the rest of us were sleeping
jury rigging the air lock
cramming opulent flesh into an EVA suit
leaving the ship without tether
a mighty great kick against the hull
starting his fall from grace.
Soon to be the first human to enter the Martian atmosphere
the hard way.
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I hae taken this idea from Pyrenees to Pennines, buidling a Solidarity Stack of books for Ukraine.
You use books from your shelves to tell something of the story of the disaster unfolding in Ukraine through their titles — the contents are irrelevant.
As I am a lifelong Science Fiction fan, my books are all SF:
I’m delighted to be able to tell you that my poem The Fading of Yellow has been published in the Science Fiction Poetry Association house magazine, Star*Line.
Star*Line is a print magazine, but several poems from each issue are also shared online, and today one of them is mine!
You can read my poem by clicking on the link below, looking down the Table of Contents for my poem (highlighted in green), then clicking on the poem title:
The unspeakable vastness
of the unconquerable dark
speaks to our hearts
where no harbour beckons
no port waits
A calling sky lids our lives
it shields, shelters
imprisons us
gravity the jailer to be overthrown
the well to climb out of
hand over hand
Climbing to where the only sounds are
a popping of particles
into matter phase
We will not see stars with our own eyes
nor hear the sounds of space
our travelling world
built of systems noise
ventilation hiss and engine thrum
will seep through our lives
even outside
suit noise and visors will hide
the photons trip
Yet unspeakable vastness
and unconquerable dark
will sink deep into our subconscious
refashioning our very selves
varying what is human
Will we wish to sink once more
into the trap of gravity
or shall we run with the particle streams
out into the dark?
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
‘Calling Sky’ was first published by Utopia Science Fiction in the April 2020 issue.