The Leap Second
Time is reality – A reality that we have broken down And subjugated by splitting it into fractions That match the constructs Of our lives
Space
We Are All Made of Stars
13.8 billion years ago the universe EXPLODED into life Cutting through space time like a celestial knife Through butter and Bringing with it every permutation
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