Category Archives: Poetry

Arden Eli Hill Boudreaux Responds to NASA June 2079 (Earth) The sweet water of Europa. The golden sphere of Io. Send someone other than my descendants. We are still dirt-bound, wrestling with the bones of our dishonorable ancestors. To be … Continue reading →

Nikolas Macioci Time on the Moon It’s a measure of skill to walk on rocks. You ask where is everyone else? They’re shining down on you from behind Earth’s picket fence. They’re looking at your light through their dining room window. … Continue reading →

Joshua H. Gage   The Scribes of Thutmose III             In memory of Alberto Tulli The scribes of Thutmose III dip their reeds and scrawl the rumors across the papyrus weft, writing what they are told and keeping silent. Riparian … Continue reading →

Ann K. Schwader Deep Vision Farther & still farther through the void, we strain our gaze. A golden telescope unfurls against the infrared, deployed by deep field dreams. Incompetent to cope on one small rock, yet clutching enough rope to … Continue reading →

M.C. Childs Command Module 012             Cape Canaveral, Pad 34, January 27, 1967 Grissom smelled sour buttermilk in the cabin 34 square feet of Velcro, flammable in high-pressure, high-oxygen air A silver-plated copper wire stripped … Continue reading →

Katharyn Howd Machan   Drinking Sapphire Wine   She chokes, at first, in this new world where she’s been imprisoned. Windows dare to show her air she cannot breathe without a mask, a loop of wire connected to some greater … Continue reading →

John C. Mannone The Philadelphia Experiment When they didn’t come back, we dispatched rescue teams to find them—swept electromagnetic sensors to detect temporal shadows. It was difficult to locate the wreckage with so much lush foliage. But a tall crooked … Continue reading →

Ann Thornfield-Long On the Winter Solstice At the last bit of light I kneel on the cold ground made deep cuts with a claw in the peeling of earth, mix in a mulch of leaves, crushed from my restless feet … Continue reading →

Rose Menyon Heflin Black Holes in Therapy   An enraged black hole So unloved by its mother Seeks to consume time   Constantly starving Eating disordered black hole Devours the dawn   Some distant black hole Very perfectionistic Never satisfied … Continue reading →