Oh, say, can you see how the red rockets rage? Spilling across the sky like ink on the page. Do you see, if you will, how they erode the night? Streaks of fire masquerading as a star’s shooting light. Interceptors weave together to cripple the coming wrath, like a hammer meets a gun, and bullets ...

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 ...