Space
Writing
pool float
By Kayla BrethauerFloating through space feels like lounging on a pool float. True, your float is no pool float.
It’s a slab of discarded metal lost in the wasteland of the universe, and it’s pulling you with it, too.
In another time - a whole other life -
Where Am I
By Elijiah HernandezI hear walkie talkies – kusssshhhhh.
People talking, “Blah, blah, blah, bleep.”
I hear toilets flush.
Basketballs bounce and swoosh.
This place is full of it: empty.
heaven in the southern hemisphere
By Carli Plymalei could break beneath the weight of
atmosphere.
these stars, balanced atop my head
are heavier than the sun,
lending their light
across a universe, a lifetime
to shatter my insides in their silence.
the ground has already crumbled,
The Spacewalk
By Cole WilsonHadfield gazed out the small glass window,
a portal to home.
Through the opening, an inspiring sight,
the bright sunlight shone.
Swirling colors, pushing to the horizon,
a palette of aquamarine,
And through the dappled cover of clouds,