the sun
the Sun incandescent sphere permanent explosion its core pouring itself out for us source to a hamlet of planets asteroids and comets human trajectory unfolds in this orbit between wandering
Poems by Drew Dellinger.
the Sun incandescent sphere permanent explosion its core pouring itself out for us source to a hamlet of planets asteroids and comets human trajectory unfolds in this orbit between wandering
let’s meet at the confluence where you flow into me and one breath swirls between our lungs let’s meet at the confluence where you flow into me and
I was born in the eye of a storm with no moon in the sky between midnight and dawn. When I was young I studied the transits of the planets
is she radiant? she’s the Sun’s little sister her skin? smoother than the lily in Georgia O’Keefe’s mind her lips curve around a word like justice
we were dreamed in the cores of the stars. like the stars, we were meant to unfold we were dreamed in the depths of the undulating ocean. like the waves,
open your eyes. see visions. imagine a melody, infinitely— listen. a planet of stories with islands of silence, her curved surface radiates grace. milky way blazing in the sky above
the heart is a begging bowl. the world is a luminous coyote. the heart: a mad genius. the world: a standing wave. the world is a goddess of energy. the
we are standing on a planet that is shooting through space, and it’s time we started acting like it imagine nations with freed imaginations it’s time for s/
Drew Dellinger’s poem “love letter to the milky way,”translated into Spanish by Ernesto Martínez Morales Quiero hablarte de amor Hay aproximadamente 1 trillón de galaxias Te quiero hablar
the same moon that shone in the New Mexico sky, shimmering into silvery existence in a tray of Ansel Adams’ developer the same moon that illuminated the apples of Eden,