Scifaikuest – August 2018


Signal by Denny Marshall


Happy Anniversary, Readers!

This is our 15th year at Scifaikuest! In the beginning, when Scifaikuest was just taking shape, I was told that most start-up magazines don’t last two years. And here we are, celebrating our fifteenth anniversary! This is all due to both our talented contributors and our loyal readers–YOU!

We began with scifaiku and tanka, and then ventured into the wider universe of sijo, cinquain, luna, fibonacci, and many other newer forms of minimal poetry, including haibun and the poem/pictures: haiga. Today, we publish, or have published, 36 different minimal poetic forms.

Thank you all so much for your support during our birth and expansion, and for ultimately making Scifaikuest a world-wide phenomenon. Over the past 15 years, we’ve had contributions from:
Australia, Austria, Brazil, Canada, Chile, China, England, Finland, France, Germany, Hungary, India, Ireland, Israel, Italy, México, Netherlands, New Zealand, Philippines, Poland, Romania, Scotland, Singapore, Spain, Sweden, Thailand, United States, Wales —-and the planet of Boort.
And now, Croatia, Iran and Southern Cameroons have been added to our list of contributors’ homes!!!!

You may notice that our awesome DOOR ARTWORK seems very similar to our PRINT COVER in this ANNIVERSARY issue. That is because both illustrations were done by our illustrious artist, Denny Marshall. If you look closely, you will see that these pictures are NOT the same, and have very subtle differences.

If you don’t have a subscription to our PRINT edition, they are available at:

And, if you would like to join the select group of contributors by submitting your poetry, artwork or article, you can find our guidelines at:

A great big Scifaikuest Welcome to our newest contributors: Kyle Hemmings, Kate Lisinska, William Shaw, and Ann Christine Tabaka

days gone by
canoeing the Martian canals
with my lover



fresh footprints
on a Martian lake bed
7 toes on each print

David C. Kopaska-Merkel

“Footprints in Stone,” an ancient estuary bustled with amphibians, reptiles, creatures that were somewhere in between, and insects, fish, horseshoe crabs, and more.

thousands of satellites orbit earth
among them strangers dwell
robots built on other worlds

Denny E. Marshall

deep space dust particles
landing and burrowing underground
bacteria hatch a month later

Denny E. Marshall

eternal question
who watches the watchers
from beyond

Ann Christine Tabaka

emerging wormhole
sending seed depositories
to galaxy center

Roxanne Barbour

cocooned parasites
alien library

Roxanne Barbour

black hole rebirth
growth of tourism

Roxanne Barbour

Bulletin Board Looking for Casual Computing

sending a ping
out-of-date single
on eHarmony

Robert Shmigelsky

Saturn’s dumpling
in space

Christina Sng

Martian drill holes
jellied water

Roxanne Barbour

Celestial auction
We have a deal
Revolution on Mars

Kate Lisinska

teleporters queue
above the choking highways
instant commuting

William Shaw


clones –
fifty shades
of me

Valentina Ranaldi-Adams


nuclear shadow
a boy playing war

Flash Image, by W. C. Roberts

strange lights in the sky
alien abduction
an unpleasant probe

DJ Tyrer

their infant’s brain
by the souls of his ancestors

Confucian parasites, by Benjamin Whitney Norris

the Nanking cherry’s
bottomless pit
our mass grave

ghosts of Manchukuo, by Benjamin Whitney Norris


By Lisa Timpf

cities lie in smoking ruins
bricks and mortar not the worst loss
soup-thick fog obscures the sky
no more gazing at the stars
inspiration, lost forever,
the great decline begins today


Gladys Asks Questions After Bed-Time Stories
by Herb Kauderer

seem like they
happen underground
with faeries, changelings and humans.
Is there happiness raised by fey?
And why do you keep
all of our


By Lisa Timpf

The passengers shared rolling-eyed looks when they heard the infants squalling, their mother glancing around apologetically during the pre-boarding call while the staff at the desk looked on with forced smiles. Ah, if only that had been the most challenging part of the flight.

There’s nothing like adversity to render a sense of perspective. That’s what they told themselves later, up in the air, when the missile strikes began.

fists clenched, watching—
lights of Earth’s great cities
extinguished one by one¬¬

The Killer Bees
Kyle Hemmings

In the first stages of the war, the killer bees grew five to ten times their normal size and stung the President and members of his cabinet in the most obscene places. They took over airports and shopping malls. Then, entire suburbs. I sold my dog, Charlie, to the underground lepers so at least he would live. Like others, I lived in a bee-proof suit but they had gotten to our food supplies and carried crumbs to the Queen Bee who was building some kind of pyramid to the honey god–Chee. There was speculation that the killer bees were once human. Eventually, the constant buzzing within the walls of my apartment got to me, and my brain went soft.

place of death: a sealed jar
cause: suffocation from
internal reflections