leaving orbit, by margaret lazarus dean
Saturday, August 10th, 2024
It’s a dream still, the dream of being allowed full participation. The dream is alive, I suppose. The dream is still in the process of coming true.
Archive for August, 2024
carrying the fire, by michael collins
Thursday, August 8th, 2024
Last night the Saturn V looked very graceful, suspended by a cross fire of searchlights which made it sparkle like a delicate opal and silver necklace against the black sky. Today it is a machine again
out of orbit, by chris jones
Saturday, August 3rd, 2024
He could watch long, solitary waves rise up in the middle of a relative nowhere, deep in the South Atlantic or far off the Alaskan coast, giant walls of water that were built up until they broke over themselves, having come and gone, gorgeous, and having been invisible to everybody but him.
