Apollo 11
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The Apotheosis of Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury is 100! I can still see him, larger than life, when I close my eyes – he has never died. He existed on the planet of his birth for over ninety sweeping orbits of its sun. Transitory was his life, specular, reflective, but also burning with his own light like that sun. Doing…
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National Poetry Month: “Buzz Sits through Another Interview”
Buzz Aldrin is asked to remember it again. The footfall. The desolation. Leave me alone he shouts in his mind. Alone where I can be the spectral captain of my own tin-can ship on a sea of moondust. Sailing under the blackest of skies my wake silver diamonds the Earth my polestar. I call as a…
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National Poetry Month: “When the Future was Real”
When the future was real when warm ocean breezes blew around the Cape in late afternoon giant spaceships trundled through the sand to find harbor in the rust-red arms of home. When and how were questions for the scientists why was the assignment for the writers. Bottled energies in liquid oxygen in machined chambers of…
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“I Hadn’t Cried in Twenty Years”
Walking through the science museum in Kensington, you stop once more in front of the stack of wrought iron and intricately machined cogs and gears of Mr. Babbage’s computing engine and wonder what he would think of this modern world of vacuum tubes and television. Often, as you’d wander down the marble halls, you’d look…
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Apollo 11 Shadow Box
I made this shadow box over my vacation. It was a basic, dirt cheap wooden box from Michaels that I stained a deep cherry wood color. I did the bevels around the glass in copper paint and used Lamp Black for the inside. I hand painted the Earth and the Moon on small, round pieces of…
The Numinous Cosmos 