I can hear the knocking,and the place is rocking,but my cell needs unlocking.  Between the sun and moonis there a spare roomfor me and my teaspoon? Inside outer space,is there a magic placefor me and my bookcase? Beyond the vast universe,is there an angelic nurseto reverse life’s curse? Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Ever reducing crescents Carved by a shadow of curiosity As we drift into the penumbra Unaccustomed to the luminosity, The brightly glowing ring, Feather strokes of light Surrounding a moon of darkness Outlined by the night. A flash of brilliant blue Followed by bright red, It’s as if a precious jewel Along the edge is ...