F.J. Bergmann

F.J. Bergmann is the editor of Star*Line, the journal of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, and the poetry editor of Mobius: The Journal of Social Change and imagines tragedies on exoplanets.

Jubilee

We robots mingle amiably, raising our oxidized alloy flags, toting portable solar chargers, creaking and rumbling. WELCOME says the cracked LED panel above the trampled grassland. Not one glare. No bad words. If you had been there, shocked to be the only wetware,...

A Woman of a Certain Age

I do prefer an orphan, whose demise is rarely noted. Far from nymphomania, I've had no more than twelve since coming here; less than a hundred moons have passed since then. Widowed (by reputation), I am demure. The invitation drenched in heliotrope that summons them...

House of Shadows

I look out onto a landscape that could have been formed by a glittering gas, heavier than air, hissing out of the shower head to settle in translucent billows that occlude the view of the privacy fence, under the benediction of the mysterious animal ornamenting the...

Exobiology

Their hives were castles of yellow sulfur; their language, a barrage of white noise. Even their house pets had wheeled feet or huge faceted eyes the color of moons rising on our home world. Their excreta glowed in the dark, illuminating convoys of nocturnal harvest...