Plains of Paradise

The echoes of your past vibrate through space, And secrets lie beneath your broken skin; The cracks and rimless craters on your face, Reveal to

A Circle of Life

  This is a shape poem, inspired by recent research that found the roundest object ever observed in nature to be a distant star called

Written in the Stars

You sit there coarsely oscillating, Calling to us through the ether Beneath a blanket of stars. You swim against the tide, Pass a tent of

Unknown Pleasures

Disorder in your massive core, A candidate that we adore; With every pulse that passes by You sweep across the darkest sky.   An insight

The Veins of Mars

Your crater stands abandoned in the dirt, As thirsty dreams evaporate for good; Beneath your dusty surface pressures spurt, Leaving behind deposits in the mud.

An Astronaut’s Broken Heart

Launched into space like puppets on a string, These metal ships danced fiercely on the waves; Such precious cargo was held deep within, Laden with

Curious Dunes

A distant sun sets over reddened lands, As ripples lay before you like a wave; Try reach out with your cold, synthetic hands, And touch

An Unclaimed Son

Marked out as something that did not belong, An oddball with a number not a name; A newborn whose hereditary was wrong, And with ancestry

The Deep Tracks of Unwanted Advances

In ancient times your reddened sands, Were struck by courtiers from space; They scarred you with their giant hands, Then watched as tears fell down

A Quantum Key to a Classic Problem

Has science reached a new frontier, A quantum mess launched in to space; To combat growing doubt and fear, A first step in an unseen