Image: Hubble deep field of galaxies, courtesy of NASA: see jpeg attached Clouds clearing early; Lots of blue sky for having A bright dream or two. Riding the high sky, Each charting its route: a gull And a pale slim moon. Suddenly, the sky Opens up and becomes big And shows us the stars. Which star should I pick For a billion-year mission To where wild things are? Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login

Those crows, just like me: Hunt-and-peck, hunt-and-peck, Making a living. With such nonchalance The crow in the street ignores Oncoming traffic. As the mockingbird Dives, swoops over him, the crow Tries to keep his cool. Would you sound better, Crow, if you took voice lessons From that mockingbird? Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login

This “run after Venus” is another incursion into Bucharest's history: on the Lipscani Street (former Great Way), the international commercial street since the 16th century; near the Saint Vineri Church (it is interesting that Vineri means Friday in Romanian and comes from Veneris, genitive of Venus in Latin), a very important monument founded in the 1640s, demolished by the totalitarian regime in 1987 (this was a national tragedy; it is said that the people who came with candles to protest cursed the communist dictator, who was executed two years later, during the Romanian Revolution), and remade (with a different design...

THIRTY-ONE YEARS AGO, on February 26, 1979, a total eclipse of the Sun was visible across the State of Washington and points eastward. I remember it vividly because I experienced it with a young lady who since then, as my wife, has shared with me countless wonder-filled experiences, under the wide sky. As time went by, this “sharing” of the sky began to be not just for each other but for an ever-widening audience. We began to teach children's classes, give lectures, conduct star parties—and I noticed something interesting: the more of this sky appreciation I shared, the more I...

from SARM's Astropoetry Master Club through an astropoetic dialogue by its last youth laureate and its leader: MEDITATION by Irina Cristescu Imagine the Universe as dressed in the colors of your soul, made of billions of stars that hide among nameless nebulae and paint faces of future people. Astral winds model them and, as a naïve observer, I reflect on those colored harmonies. VISION (haiku) by Andrei Dorian Gheorghe Oh constellations protecting deep sky objects... Thank you so much. Light! Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave...