Ev’rything’s brighter and lighter at midnight, which is my third eye’s time.

What more do you seek? There’s sun and hope for you. Go, find your own path!                    a haiku by Nancy Ann Smith

My mem’ries are doors. All I have to do is knock And they turn for me.

  Inanimate Friend, googly-eyed moss monster man, never leave my side.

Past lives are silent whispers on your ancient tongue, waiting to be bit.’

I started with one Seven billion grandchildren Please love your cousins

How long until we turn to plastic and become the technology?

You can’t say sci-fi If you want us to take you Seriously Don’t use time travel Post-modern SF holds it Unrealistic Any fool can write, But science fiction is a Highly refined art Prompt: Genre poetry Form: Linked haikus    

The sword’s no threat, for the sword bearer has left and returned much stronger.

Fingers twirl her hair soothing scalp, shoulders, and soul. Rinse away all ails.