These Flying Beasts Are Hooked on Junk

The white storks glide across the sky, Migrating south in times gone by; But now like Burroughs in his funk, These flying beasts are hooked

They Carved Your Name into My Arm

They carved your name into my arm, I hoped you’d be my lucky charm. My body shakes, I’m wracked with pain, I won’t ever do

Guest Post: Our Sisters

Let grief be her final Expression of love O angels, free swiftly The heart’s aching tug In stoic resilience She fought to survive With proud

If Bowie were a Scientist

If Bowie were a scientist He’d have colonized the moon, And built an elevator That would have us there by noon.   If Bowie were

Guest Post: The Gravity Poem

  It was She in the singularity, who showed Her face at the beginning of time, who in the muted cacophonous explosion danced the guapacha.

Our Universe Beats Like a Heart

LIGO has found waves without light, In finding them Einstein was right; General laws of his were smart, Our Universe beats like a heart.  

You Were Once a Star

So you were once a star that could not shine; Your mass too low, reactions could not start. A lonely planet, that was your design;

Rough in Love

The African fruit fly is rough in love, The male uses his organ like a sword; Its rough edges will cut as it does shove