(Dedicated to the memory of Chev, Gary Scott Csillaghegyi, 1942-1995 e.v.
You were the wind beneath my wings)

“Euclid alone has looked on beauty bare” -
So the poet said.
- She lied. I’ve sat with you
Long hours in a golden evening,
Looking upon your face,
Into your eyes, into your being.
The poet lied. I know.

I just sent this email to my literary partner, Rich:

How about videos that show Mars like this http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap030827.html, as seen through Hubble. But where that photo shows a thin blue ring around Mars, how about a rainbow circle around that planet, a circular ( Read more... )