By Khadijah Queen
A PBS documentary tells me
two thousand years ago in Babylon
astronomers notched eighteen years of eclipse…
two thousand years ago in Babylon
astronomers notched eighteen years of eclipse…
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- By Rigoberto GonzálezAll insects have them yet the luna moth leaves
its mouth and the memory of hunger behind
with its caterpillar… - By Kevin PruferAn antique spacesuit with a skeleton inside it.
For many years, it has circled the earth.
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Sometimes… - By Jane FlettLast night, at the excavation: pig wine & a searchlight moon. We watched seven equidistant stars make…
- By Manny Loleychahóółhxeel
sǫ’ bitsádinidiin
nahookǫs bikǫ’
binaago deikaah
sǫ’ binahjį’
hane’ náás oot’ih - By Manny LoleyTranslated By Manny Loleynight drapes
stars emit light
around the north star-fire
stars journey
in their wake
stories extend… - By Carole Boston WeatherfordGazing at the sky, all cloud-strewn
A child wonders, Where’s my moon?
Child cries a river like a monsoon… - By Lesley YoungeThe first time
I tell someone I’ve thought about
ending it
is right after the first time
someone tells me… - By Luivette RestoYour obsession is baffling,
with numerous stanzas dedicated to my phases
and the personification of … - By Li-Young LeeDoubt everything.
But never doubt the moon
was in the room with us that night.
It touched each place… - By Thomas TraherneI saw new Worlds beneath the Water ly,
New Peeple; yea, another Sky
And Sun, which seen by Day
Might things… - By Peter O’LearyThe great spastic glass of the Sun
in winter's going glare. :: Wind's antic helicoid
winding upward through… - By Danielle Vogel*I don't know how I began but when I imagine it, I see a single illuminated line. A light like electricity…
- By Sri ChinmoyWithin, without the cosmos wide am I;
In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.
A birthless, deathless… - By Cyrus CassellsMy friend is by no means Dracula or a werewolf,
but the full moon’s mostly lawless beauty
has never failed to tantalize him,
to lure him outdoors.
Tonight the gallivanting moon,
all systems go,
makes a pallid cascade in the Roman street,
while my spirited mentor relates,
over... - By Ariel FranciscoHow many poems does a guy have to write
to get abducted by aliens? I know you
see me, same as the fat moon peeping
through the trees like a pervert. I just
want to talk. My arms are sore from waving.
My dad used... - By Michael FrazierBeen called sickle,
scythe. I know
weaponized. Look at your lineup,
your mind: so sharp,
no wonder they think
you knife. Even if you fly to Japan,
I will be there. I see you
and see a son. I mean
a source of light.
The real conundrum
is there will... - By Trey MoodyI don’t know who needs to hear this
other than me, but the moon will never leave
you, you are good enough for the moon
and the moon is good enough for you,
because you are here and the moon is there
every time the... - By Petra KuppersWelcome, dear somanauts. Let’s go on a journey together. And as we get going, we’ll think about ways in which we can protect ourselves, and prepare ourselves for our journey. And to do this, I invite you to take a breath, in your nest where you are right now,
- By Ted HughesI climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.
Evil air, a frost-making stillness,
Not a leaf, not a bird,—
A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood
Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light.
But the valleys were draining...