The Song of Science

i can see you waving
from Mars

your empty wheelchair floating
to endless abyss beyond

free you breathe and unbound you dance
and here we are, left to grasp

the voice of a genius brain
once silenced, now echoing

into the cold cosmos:
singing the song of science
to any and all

you scrawl
a theorem into red dust sand
for the next explorer
soon arriving
on the waves of your thoughts

we will carry on
celebrating the next big bang
for you,
and knowing
you have been

released from prison
freedom attained
leaving earth
your star

~ Emily C.~

RIP Stephen Hawking



Burnt Pearls

pearls speckle velvet sky,
                      dotted around her neck
fair face he saw in space,
                           true love he can’t regret

for every time he gazes
                      above the jilted earth
with toes firmly planted
                           in indifferent blades of grass:

the weight of her loss
                      suffocates him complete
his air becomes hers,
                           her wings elevate

lifted to the fabric of time,
                      a memory sketched
for him, she would paint
                           her love in constellations

is this the premonition
                      that came far too late? 
their painful parting broke
                           this magnetic enchantment

as fast as they collided,
                     they equally repelled
a fire too hot to burn forever,
                           a destiny befallen

pearls drop into the dewy grass,
                      burning blackest holes
she cries in stars,
                           his was the only love she knew…

truer than all that has passed,
                      truer than cosmos’ rigid rules

he reassembles her,
                          burnt pearl by burnt pearl



~ Em C. ~


Small Faces

it was a lecture to remember

— the way the rain typed out its notes,

delivered by an ominous sky

that sang a waning winter soliloquy

to anyone listening,

“spring is coming, but i’m still here”

rat-a-tat-tat, pay attention…

or you’ll miss the point.

the answers you seek 

are hidden

in the way skies write,

the test of human life:

to recognize

the order of things,

that we are just students

in the university of the universe,

small faces

peering from behind our paper,

pens in teeth;

some of us awake,

some of us asleep.


~ Em ~


How Silent My True Song

i live amongst the stars
and i have lost my way
traveling on dark paths
no longer in the sky

if i close my eyes
their images appear
i can almost touch them
far from me yet near

i live in conjured clouds
floating like the sea
rolling with the wind
forever blowing me

for too long have i sunk
to ground, a leaden rock
burrowing in soil, hiding head
from daylight’s dark

i live where animals roam
their aimless purpose clear:
survival of the fittest ones,
raw death meets beauty’s flair

separated from my flock
parted from my breed
tracks followed only led
to dead end muddy caves

i live where laughter flies
its freely flitting notes
written in music staves
strumming at the heart

how quiet my voice has been
how silent my true song
waiting for the proper key
for listening loves, to whom
i might belong

~ Em ~


The Last Dying Star

your love is the last dying star

i can’t reach its fading light

grasping at the growing dark

ripping vast cavity into night

so far from glittered evening sky

we’ve come to find it empty

one by one fond memories die

lingering long words you left me

flicker till the blackness reigns

and all that’s left leaves misery

cold heart vacuum of this love

lost without celestial guide

your love was the very last star

i watched it fade away

as distance grew interminably

and with death met cursed day



Dead Skin

curling like the dead skin

collaring young birch

tempered by the cold wind

frozen earth’s church

whistle through the branches

listen for blank tune

cover ears with fabric

deny near spirits’ turn

baring headwinds’ anger

weighted with despair

gravel whittles bones

bare feet bleeding far

~ Em



*Photo by me.


agile night dances 
the tango in ether
under meteor lit skies
raining fire

anticipating shock
that never comes
holding breath
till blue to bone

awake, asleep
flickering screen
heavy lids
betray reality

that i cannot tell
puts me at ease
that it feels real
makes it so

my heart rises
with the dawn
scorched earth retreats
leaves fertile land

my heart rises
avert your gaze
it burns as hot as
a million meteor flares

~ Emily C.