Category Archives: Poetry

Patricia Hope Moonchild Last night I waded in the waters of the moon, thrust my feet in the cool liquid that’s nothing like the waters on Earth. It’s part moondust and part something else: a silvery, silicon, slippery substance that … Continue reading →

L. Acadia Noctiluca scintillans (蓝眼泪) Charting sine waves of ………………………………sun angles ………….tide cycles …………………….UV indexes ……screaming beachgoers we calculate 美人沙灘 Beauty Beach’s perfect snorkel hour dodging reef-flat turtle-traffic ……there are fines for touching navigate canyons so vibrant with reef fish we cannot … Continue reading →

Sabrina Salvo The Nativity At her command, Dawn shatters the night, and a kaleidoscope of sunbeams resurrect her laughter. A strangeness they call unnatural, she is heaven in primal flesh and her heart reigns in fire, creatrix of art- Woman. … Continue reading →

M. Frost Interstellar Spaces …………………After T.S. Eliot They all go into the dark, at last, even the cockroaches, locusts and the mice, little beetles burrowed into winter wheat. They invade the underbelly of the ship, and there they breed, and … Continue reading →

F. J. Bergmann HD 164595 We thought we heard something like a sound, linking us to a star a light-century away. At the far end of its signal, the star bloomed like an unimaginable flower in a dark garden. The … Continue reading →

Lyri Ahnam Singularity Storm Dance a spiral of stars to the galaxy’s black hurricane heart. At the dense void, stretch and compress in gravity’s strain, listening for a celestial symphony. No angel harpists strum infinity hymns from the tempest’s core. … Continue reading →

Pixie Bruner First Fruits The first in vivo Dreamfruit occurred ex nihilo The labs could not figure them out. Their chemistry too complex for chromatography, the tearful botanists left apoplectic. The first documented gardener was a woman named “Chava,” no … Continue reading →

Katharyn Howd Machan Albino Raven Who paints the picture for his tarot card? Who dares to turn deep sacred black into a mockery of flight? White, white, white the woe of widespread wings, raw caw: who can raise a brush … Continue reading →

Howard S. Carman, Jr. Quantum Question In a quantum world, my existence is a single stationary state whose behavior is collapsed from a superposition of all possible states (mine, yours, all who have gone before, all who are to come, … Continue reading →