Buzz Aldrin
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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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Aldrin Waits
The sheets were purity white, blameless. Two hands lying atop the crisp linen folds; gnarled, purple veins, arthritic, with brown spots as numberless as a Dalmatians riding a Fourth of July firetruck. Under eyelids jittering, sunken eyes move in REM motions; emotions, vibrations, oxygen levels, fuel warning indicators, alarms. It’s a tight fit with…
The Numinous Cosmos 