CM Simpson: Writer & Gamer

And speaking of getting back on the horse, I'm returning to posting work samples from different projects. This is one of last week's poems - an experimental form with an iambic pentameter base.         We Remain    We are the lost The untransitioned The ones they left behind   We are those who lived When all else died   Or were transformed Removed from human Made monsters of the mind   We are those who made it through We wish to turn back time   To turn back time To what things once were An imperfected norm   Not safe but still a sanctuary Compared to where we now have gone   In this plague world Where the dead walk Still alive and not at rest   We strive to send them back to sleep And rebuild what they have left.  

To celebrate this month's release of Another 365 Days of Poetry which released on the 4th. Links to the collection can be found at: https://books2read.com/u/bo2Y0a .   Not So Lonely Dancer   Written on April 29, 2019, for the May 5 entry of Another 365 Days of Poetry , this science fiction verse is from a pilot’s point of view.   I danced alone amidst the stars, each step thruster placed. The great ship hummed beneath my feet, as against the beat we raced.   For colonies are so much alone that many see them as their prey, and the dance I make, In raiders’ wake is to see they survive another day.   For while I dance alone to move my craft between the stars, the final dance is jointly done by warriors from afar.   I keep those dudes in stasis because boredom is a curse, and their focus is far, far too intense to let them loose upon the ‘verse.   Cover art is by Jake at JCaleb Design, and lin...

Since I want to start posting updates on this project, I thought you might like to see the cover created for it by Jake at JCaleb Design . This is another installment in the C.M.'s Collections series and part of my 2022 Poetry Challenge , which I'll talk more about later. For now, here is the cover, and the poem from which I drew the brief that inspired Jake's art and design .   Evacuation   Written on April 7, 2022, for the January 10 entry in Yet Another 365 Days of Poetry, this science fiction piece is about a different kind of casualty in an interstellar war.   The thunder-drum of starships’ drives as, sleek and bulky, mixed craft rise a rapid exit in an emergency, a mercy run from a world near-gone, a swift lift from a planet done, whose heart’s blood leaps from a shattered core, whose people weep for a home no more, as they rush to quickly samples gather, creatures find and swiftly capture, that somewhere, somewhen, some small re...