That night, I stood opposite of Cassiopeia reading for her as she smiled at me, iciness separating us. I floated from her grasp into outer space, steam rising, naked, exposed.   Orion hovered, casting a shadow over her love, eyes locking with mine. I sipped from the…

Poems The Final Frontier These are the voyages of Metaphor and Simile Our 24 hour mission To explore strange new worlds Seek out new ways of describing normal situations To boldly go where no poem has gone before

“Remove your oxygen mask, unclip your magnetic shoes, take hand – My O my how tall you will stand!”   But I can scarcely see let alone stand on this marsh-mellow turf that you claim is land. “Our EtherWorld requires supports. Not to worry you…

The moon, aloft already in the hazy sky to the south, illuminates like a dim bulb, and yet the tall canary grasses in the fields next door shine below a moody line of evergreen. In the distance, a bull frog echoes another, and a young…

this is space the gap between the lines you are waiting for me to fill with some phenomenal words that never come this is space the distance between my pen and my brain and every year about this time i write a poem like this…

Those stars we reach for stay in a dark hole, infundibular store, somewhere in galactic fantasy sucked in, they die; blown up, they light our night-sky the darkness we hide is our reality, the rest is our playful imagination that crawls, walks, runs and flies…

    Grandma had her tea Once at breakfast Once around lunch time Green tea Steeped in her porcelain tea pot With matching cups I was invited sometimes Sitting across from her My tea weaker with a spoon of sugar Hers sweetened with saccharin pills…

Scream! You can’t be heard. The vacant space surrounds you like a child in a womb. It is never ending. It is everywhere. The quietness is so loud. jj2017

space explorers on the hunt for another bubble

Space is ever-expanding, always holding more and more mysteries to explore and analyze. But there might be areas of that endless expanse where Mortals were never meant to trod. Places whose very existence or site would burn through their souls, Corrupting their very existence, And…