by Bob Eklund, Los Angeles, California, U.S.A.   Trillions of pinholes Look forward to projecting Crescent images. ### Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login

by Bob Eklund, Los Angeles, California, U.S.A. My North Star, hid by Blue sky, cloud, or murky night Incredibly there. Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login

Photo: Valentin Grigore. Haiku: Andrei Dorian Gheorghe. Design: Alexandru Sebastian Grigore. We cannot know how the Star of Magi-Kings was two millenniums ago. Many people said it was a supernatural occurrence, but some of the astronomers said it was a comet, a nova, or a conjunction (Jupiter and Saturn, or Venus, Jupiter and Regulus). In exchange, we know that the most special phenomenon during GAM 2012 was the Venus-Pleiades conjunction on April 3rd. The corona which surrounded those heavenly bodies made them seem like a royal, magic star. With all best wishes, Andrei Dorian Gheorghe and Valentin Grigore Comments You...

By Michele Bannister, Australia. I wrought the nets that cage the finflicks of strange attractors, incite the end of all scattered planets, fireflung into frost: this rime that rims the outer worlds owes all care to all my computation; the more bodies I add the better though always it lacks neatly-nailed resolution. The bounds to every problem last a star's lifetime. Once in quickflicker kindness I might be inclined to exchange my eccentricity, be governed in slow tides: gravity's rule, stretched branch-wide, encompasses all my arguments— No. Better, to watch all the worlds burn sent slow into the sun: there...

By Laura and Bob Eklund, Los Angeles, California, U.S.A. Leaves of the birch tree Wiggle in the late-day Sun On Easter Sunday. Shadows near sunset Angle toward the south; time to Begin something new. Waning gibbous Moon Peeking through the blinds at me With his pirate eye. “Decompressing” after all the Easter weekend activities, we go out for a 5:00 walk and sit on the edge of a small pond. Across the street, a birch tree's new spring leaves are wiggling—from the slight sea-breeze, or maybe just from pleasure at being in the sunshine! Time to write a haiku, and...