Minions of the Moon

Poetry

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Minions of the Moon

Ann K. Schwader

Issue: 30 August 2004

crescent grins

halfway to the horizon

minions of the moon

permanent footprints

in a video landscape

miscalculation

a formula in yards

not meters

Houston Houston

do you read the static

of history

another flat-line

in decontamination

pure wilderness

still sovereign despite

that flag

Ann K. Schwader lives & writes in Westminster, CO. She is an active member of both SFWA & HWA. Her poetry and fiction have received several Honorable Mentions in Year's Best Fantasy & Horror. You can see more of her work on her website http://www.geocities.com/hpl4ever/.

About Ann K. Schwader

Ann K. Schwader lives, writes, and volunteers at her local branch library in Westminster, CO. Her most recent poetry collection is Twisted in Dream (Hippocampus Press 2011). Her dark SF poetry collection Wild Hunt of the Stars (Sam's Dot Publishing, 2010) was a Bram Stoker Award nominee. She is a member of SFWA, HWA, and SFPA. Her LiveJournal is Yaddith Times.

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