A Blemish in Our Atmosphere

Between the curves where space and sky entwine, The air is stripped by violent, solar flow; A savagery inherently benign, When matched with what arises

A Breath in Time

Within the salt-encrusted lakes of time, Are secret bubbles formed by primal cast; We excavate these drops from faded brine, To understand the structure of

Stellar Nurseries

Within the cradle of a burning core, You wither down and find yourself well worn; As untold pressures crush and shape and bore, Your substance

Shooting Planets

Within the burning heart of molten rocks, Great pressures forced your brilliance to shine; Inclusions marred your body with their pocks, A brownish hue now

Reading Rings in the Sky

You voyaged in the trail of pioneers, To shed new light on Saturn and its rings; By imaging its many circling spheres, We glimpsed into

Ghostly Galaxies

When looking out into the starry night The blackness that we see is just a mask; This shrouded veil conceals our darkest light,   And

Separated at Birth

A glowing orb, reflecting distant light, You calm and soothe our planet’s ebb and flow; But how much can we say we truly know, When

New Life in Hostile Winds

Cast out by winds too fierce to call a home, You sail on seas unbearable to roam; The fury of this interstellar gale Ensured an

An Interstellar Climate

The final act of some forgotten star, Unleashes unseen light at breakneck speed; And once these cosmic rays have journeyed far, Into our atmosphere they

Research For All

Detecting bubbles in the Milky Way, Or sorting a muon and gamma ray; Identifying planets and their stars, Then codifying ice geysers on Mars.