Eleventh Reverie of Magellan by R. Nemo Hill
There are living rocks up there as there are down here, and the dark spaces between the stars are not a vacuum, but solid lands that have mass and sentience, reflecting places and times on earth. I can see the pattern—right up until the point I try to write it down, when it disappears like smoke.
Tyson Yunkaporta • Sand Talk: How Indigenous Thinking Can Save the World
Stardust symphony,
Dreams woven in stellar dance,
Universe unfolds.
– Odyssey
From the "Gradient Haiku (vol. 1)" ebook and Figma file linked below.
#GradientHaiku no. 23
Large Red Man Reading
There were ghosts that returned to earth to hear his phrases,
As he sat there reading, aloud, the great blue tabulae.
They were those from the wilderness of stars that had expected more.
There were those that returned to hear him read from the poem of life,
Of the pans above the stove, the pots on the table, the tulips among them.... See more
There were ghosts that returned to earth to hear his phrases,
As he sat there reading, aloud, the great blue tabulae.
They were those from the wilderness of stars that had expected more.
There were those that returned to hear him read from the poem of life,
Of the pans above the stove, the pots on the table, the tulips among them.... See more