I’ve kept this on the DL because A) I don’t have much time to devote to it, and B) it’s kind of strange and I’m not sure what to call it. Poetry? Space-poetry? Outsider prose?
Basically, I’m working on a project called “Dear Commander.” In the Dear Commander series, I will post a number of poems in the format of an alien writing reports back to its chief. There is no description of the aliens, or any information at all, really. Just the reports numbered 1-100.
Here is the link if you’re interested: http://reports1-100.tumblr.com/
And a sample:
Landed safely. No problems
with life support and the moon
was not the problem we anticipated.
There is life on this planet
and judging from the size and
apathy it is viral
and spreads quickly. All precautions
will be taken. More later.