They’re Staring Back – A Hir a Thoddaid Poem

we can sit here together all night, until the first rays of morning light. staring up at stars and satellites, we imagine strange celestial sights: alien, vast, overwhelming and eldritch. understand, they’re staring back in spite.

Shipwrecked Sojourner

there’s a coarse wind blowing shifting sands across a hagard shore once proud vessel cast upon salt licked rocks reduced to matchsticks waterlogged pulp splintered splayed in the hungry heat of tropic swelter rotting cancer claimed by capricorn bastard son of dead stars lost amid the calm of night a voyage ends desert isle distant…

Cosmic Zappai

letting her hair down distant stars fall in mourning exploding silence

Diamond Eyes and Fireflies

do you still stare up to the star filled sky vast and open glade in the forest of night – do you lose yourself in the endless ocean weight of body anchored while the spirit swims free – are you reaching beyond the atmosphere to the cold vacuum of space plucking diamond eyes from its…