101419

we found the kid
in the outer ring of the station
well past the terrestrial zone
he'd skated with a hi-g gang
when he fell
they just left him
he'll be restricted to zero deck
till he heals
and we've posted signs
THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN

072419b

Thick air
on this heavy world
a hummingbird
can feed a family

052919c

tossed salad
the chef is nearly done
when grav flickers

052518b

in weight land
gravity does flips and leaps
I can't lift my shoes

052816

Weakly

The creatures tried to raise their heads, but failed,
So feeble they could scarcely move or breathe,
We pitied them; inferior of race,
Despite their handsome shiny metal home,
We hungered, so we ate them where they lay,
Their screams and gabbles hurtful to the ear,
Their layered garb was dry and tough to chew,
The metal bits we saved to give the kids.

The children played excitedly with them,

They pulled and pushed them as they're wont to do,
A sharp report and smoke; a shout and screams,
My child fell bleeding from a tiny wound,
My dying son was perforated through,
And there was nothing I could do for him.


A blank-verse sonnet.